where did my youth go?

If you follow me on Twitter (where, honestly I don’t post all that much – oops), you saw this recently –

That tweet was 100% truth. Like, seriously. I used to have maybe 5 or 6 gray hairs. Since my hair is naturally really dark, the gray hairs (which are actually wiry and bright white) really show up. But having a few wasn’t a huge deal. Well they have spread to the point where I now get my roots dyed regularly. But those white hairs keep on coming back and showing up so nicely against my dark brown roots. Everyday, I really do redo my part probably a dozen times trying to figure out the way to do it with the least white hairs showing.

I’ll be 33 this year. I’m totally ok with that but it’s a weird kinda transition age. Sometimes I feel old and other times I still feel young. It’s confusing…

Old – When some teenage boys yelled at me out of their truck and I stopped myself from flicking them off because.

Young - When I got carded at the bar and my husband didn’t. Mwuahaha. We’re the same age.

Old – Going to the chiropractor because my shoulder hurts.

Young – Not feeling like a creeper wearing spandex pants to the gym.

Old – When I realize that people born in the year 2000 will be able to drive next year.

Young – When I know what phrases like “on fleek” me. (I mean, I think I know what it means…)

Old – Renewing my life insurance policy.

Young – Getting gaudy manicures.

Old – My fave weekend activity is furniture shopping.

Young – Wearing pretty purple pinky lipstick.

Old – Falling asleep at 9 pm on Friday night. And waking up at 7 am on Saturday morning.

Young - When I have to explain what Amazon.com is to my dad.

Those are just a few things that make me feel both young and old. So it can basically change by the minute. Unless I’m looking at those white hairs. Those bastards make me feel real old. When do you feel young/old?

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