Aging Gracefully...

Okay...so I have a story. Last week I was brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, ya know making sure everything was in it's place "no plucking needed" "skin's okay" then I moved onto my hair - upon not so close inspection, I found a grey hair. Reacting quite quickly, I pulled and began to search for others. Needless to say, I found about 6 or 7 more, all in a cluster. All gathered at the top of my head to begin the hostile take over of my other seemingly innocent brunette hairs! Bastards! I had to stop them! First, I went and complained to Matt - big mistake. For the remainder of the evening he looked at my hair. I would be talking and he was there, looking at my hair. Anyway, I dyed it this weekend. A pretty dark chestnutty color. I think it accentuates my dark eyes but better than that, it hides the grey. So why is it so hard to age? I have asked a couple people this with no true, raw response. I have always looked at "older" women with grey hair and thought "good for you, let those years of love and wisdom show". Right. Until those years of something show up on my head. I turn 30 soon. Sooner than later. I thought I had no issue with it but finding the grey makes me question. I guess it is a seemingly natural response. I feel 18 so having grey hair would be ridiculous. But let's look at all I have accomplished (bear with me for a moment) - I have a great job, a graduate degree in social work, a husband, a daughter, my health, my family whom I adore and a handful of friends I would travel the world for. I have a house, a car, a sense of who I am and where I want to be. I have intelligence, grace (not so much in the physcial sense), a sense of humor, and a soul that I have gotten to know pretty well. I have the curiosity of a child and the common sense of an adult. I have an over abundance of things to be grateful for. That is what I need to focus on. That is what we all need to focus on. Jeez, you would think I was turning 80 or something??? Anyway, as I continue to explore these and other questions in relation to the my bodily responses to aging I leave you with this thought from a little book Holly bought me in Italy, The Prophet - "And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless? But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing." ...sounds good but I will include hair dye in that as well! :)