The time has come......

Well it has happened.....the time has come.....the world is now revolving at a slower pace.

I found a gray  :(

Unfortunately for my family I found said gray hair right before a road trip with my dear mother, which subsequently ended in me complaining half the time about how I was getting older, and the world was ending. (poor momma)

In reality the dreaded gray is two small hairs which in all reality will most likely not alter the course of my life; however at this time of the day it felt like.  So it begs the questions, why do we fear the gray?  Why don't we embrace the experience that it represents?  Are we too afraid to get old in case we aren't needed anymore?  So many questions....so little answers.

Here are my thoughts...(cause you knew it was going to happen).

Gray sucks..YES...you love your hair the way it is.  It's not what the gray hair represents, but that you are changing and if you are anything like me, you are quite content with what your life is at this exact moment.  Not that there is a fear of the unknown or how your life will be, but more that I love right now and want it to continue.  I will continue to dye my hair, not because I think gray is bad, but because I love me, right now, at this moment.  In two years I may absolutely love to have a full head of gorgeous silver hair like a distinguished lady, but for now...BRING ON THE NICE N' EASY

The dreaded two gray hairs - which by the way are bright silver

On a separate side note in my genius yesterday I decided that I was going to become a multi-million making handmade heating pads and sell them on Etsy....stay tuned for more on this adventure, however the prototype is being tested as I type :)

Till then, stay sane (because sometimes I'm on the border)