A little Grey
Last week I found my first grey hair. I'm sure I've had them before but I just didn't notice. Maybe because I've always coloured my hair and this is the first time in a very long time that my hair is exactly how it's meant to be (plus highlights from the serious sun in Australia). I mean, it was about time. I'm nearly 31 (Holy pants. I just realized that I'll be 31 in a month. Whoa.) so I shouldn't have been shocked. And I wasn't, not really. I wanted to keep it and tape it into my journal. But I don't have any tape. So I threw it away.
Then the next day I found another hair the same length and texture. But this time it was black. I think my body, like my mind, doesn't much care for age or doing what it's 'supposed' to do at a certain time. And I think that's cool.
(And another thing: is it grey? Or gray? Is one American and one British? And being Canadian which am I meant to use? And now that I've written them both out they both look wrong)
Today I am thankful for growing older. Because I'm glad to be alive.