Today marks a tragic day in my life-the discovery of my first gray hair. I've kinda always prided myself on not being concerned with my age-embracing each year with anticipation of the wisdom and experience to be gained. As I get older, I feel like I get a little more comfortable in my skin. So, I'm a little shocked at my reaction to my discovery today. There might have been some screaming involved, and pouting. I was shocked! I mean, it's just a hair right? I guess I've just always felt really young, even too young sometimes. Like, even though I'm a wife and mother of 3, I'm still a kid. This pretty much confirmed that I am getting older.

So, what do I do? I think I'm going to take some time to mourn my little "natural highlight" and then, well, I think I'll just accept it, embrace it, even try and find some pride in it. Maybe, I'll treat it like a merit badge or a symbol of a rite of passage. I hope that will be the case but at the moment, I'm not quite there yet. I'm still debating, so I can't promise that I won't be making a trip to my beloved LaBella hair salon though!