It is a sad day in my life. This morning as I was looking in the hotel bathroom mirror at my face, picking at various nuisances on my face and studying my skin, I saw something blinding in the mirror.
Something I KNOW wasn't there before.
It was like there was a big spotlight on it. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was seeing correctly and wasn't having a bad dream. Indeed, I was seeing correctly and talking back to me was a long...
It wasn't calmly laying down with the rest of my hair, it was sticking straight up, just looking to cause a scene.
I understand that this might not be life shattering and there are 591325 worse things that could have happened, but this was my FIRST gray hair.
This is the end of an era...no more pretending that I am young, cool, and hip (perhaps the minis attached to me were the first clue) because I am now on my way to middle age and gray hairs galore.
I am not necessarily against going gray...there are people that look lovely in their beautifully done silver style, but this was my first plunge in to it and that hair wasn't cooperating and making a calm entrance.
When I pulled it, it was battling me come out. It was just toying with me, showing me who was boss. I did conquer and I will continue to.
(I know all about the pick one, two more grow in its place bit and I don't care...I am pulling all day long.)
Hope you had a swell weekend. Can't wait to hear about them. Have a great day.