Getting Older
I discovered my first grey hair
today. I pulled it out. It was the only way to get it close enough to my
eye to identify it.
My hair is blonde and I couldn't
tell for sure if it wasn't just a brighter highlight. When I did look at
it closely, it looked more white than grey, but I didn't care. All my friends
started seeing grey hairs (in greater or lesser numbers) a while ago. Maybe
mine have just been hiding or weeded out by my constant shedding.
I smiled, no I grinned really
as I headed back in to work. My 29th birthday is only 4 days a way. In
just over a year, I'll be 30. How cool is that? We had a huge party for
Crystal's 30th birthday and I plan to celebrate mine in style as well.
My current plans involve a trip to New Orleans and a bottle of Dom Perignon
that I've been saving for the occasion. Why do people fret about getting
old? The best stuff happens as you mature - the coolest trips, the best
friendships, the biggest raises, and all the greatest rewards - the real
meat of life am good.
I've got the good stuff and
can appreciate it. I don't consider my parents (in their 50's) old. Crystal's
dad is 70-something and can hike us both into the ground. Life is what
you make of it and as I get older I feel my scope of life materials is
expanding.
This - right here, right
now - is the best time of my life and I hope it will continue to be so.
The NOW is where I live and I want to make the absolute best of it. I want
to quote Auntie Mame and Byron and a host of others who have already discovered
this.
Never mind.
It's a personal epiphany,
you've got to have it yourself. I guess I'm just glad I've had it, more
than once, and like Stendalh's Syndrome, it illuminates my world - making
it better and at the same time merely bringing its luminesence to my attention,
it was there all along. I raise my metaphorical glass in a toast - To getting
older and to the life am good.
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