Thursday, March 26, 2009

Growing Old

I'm in my last year of my twenties now. I feel like I have a handle on things. I've only recently figured out that you can't spend money you don't have, moving to a new place doesn't change who you are and image isn't everything. I think that's pretty good. These are all things I didn't know when I was 25, so I'm doing alright.

I'm trying to be okay with getting older. I'm trying to be okay with the fact that nobody got wasted at my birthday party, and we played games and it happened to be the best party ever! I'm trying to be okay with the fact that most of my friends are already married or engaged or procreating, and the only meaningful long-term relationship I've had has been with my cats. I'm trying to be okay with the fact that I have eye wrinkles and the cream I pay $20 for does nothing. I'm trying to be okay with the fact that last week Kim called me to go out on Friday night, and I was too tired so I stayed in and crafted.

But most of all, I'm trying to be okay with my gray hair. Yup, I have gray hair. I can't even say I'm prematurely going gray because quite honestly it's not premature at all. It seems like it's right on schedule. I've finally stopped pulling it out and I'm just letting it grow. And the funny thing is, it's kinda nice. It's really shiny and sparkly, so it looks like I have magic tinsel hair. What I want to know is why it so curly and crimped. My hair is nothing if not straight. It's like the gray hairs are saying, "Look at us! We are shiny and sparkly, and just in case you missed us, we stand straight up out of all the other normal hair. Yay!"

Oh well. I may be older, but at least I remember all of the nights I hang out with friends, I get a good night's sleep most nights, I have the best two roommates in the world and no concerns about a future divorce, I've learned butt loads of new crafts, my eye wrinkles are really just a testament to how much I laugh, and hey, I have magic tinsel hair, and my whole life is in front of me.