I'm getting old.
In the mornings as I blowdry my hair, I notice a few shiny strands peeking out, quickly disappearing as I brush my hair back. Grey hair. They used to be so random. Popping up here and there every once in a while. Now they are more frequent. I sometimes stare in the mirror and run my fingers through to see if I can spot another and pluck it out before it gets too long and noticeable. And I'm not the type to believe that plucking one grows 6 more. If I can grab that single strand, it's coming out.
More proof I'm aging. I have no patience for traffic. I used to love driving around and sitting in traffic. I remember when we were younger, when we first got our licenses, my friend Andrea and I went out one night and sat in a massive traffic jam. We would open our windows and chat up drivers in the next cars over and it was a blast. I used to leave 30 minutes earlier for plans so I could drive the long way to get to my intended destination. I thought about that today as I was stuck in rush hour. All I wanted to do was get home and plop on the couch.
And who calls the police over music? I used to start my night at 10:30, not end it.
I'm a few months from 31, but somehow I feel much older.
My husband is 32 and I am 24, so I keep him feeling young. Dye that gray right out of your hair.
ReplyDeleteYou used to love sitting around in traffic? Maybe you're not getting old, you're getting sane.
ReplyDeleteI would die for your grays. I've been dying mine gray!
You're not old Jodi, you're approaching your peak!
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