I have reached a milestone. A scary, life-altering, milestone that will have me running to the hair care aisle of the grocery store. That's right. I found my first gray hair.
Not just gray, but bright white and glaring at me in the mirror as if to scream "you're getting old!"
"I'm only 25!" I screamed back. I am too young for gray hair!
And then promptly yanked it out.
There's too much going on in my life to pinpoint the cause. I can't help but place some of the blame on the little monster or muffin (depends on my mood what I call it) growing inside me. Perhaps its sucking the color right out of my hair. Or maybe its the four days a week spent in class with the other three days where I'm buried in nursing texts and notes. Then there is always the roller coaster of emotions in my job where I am doing CPR one minute and carrying on pleasant conversations with strangers I just met the next that might be to blame.
But one thing is for sure, I am just plain too young for such nonsense.
And I wouldn't mind gray hairs as much if I knew I could have an amazing style and class like Meryl Streep with such a color. Yeah right. I can barely contain my hair now, let alone pull off a classy gray-haired look. Seriously, When it comes to hairstyling I am lacking in the department almost entirely. Stylist? Ugh.. I don't even have one. You'd think I still lived in the middle of nowhere where no such service existed. I'm still pretending.
Let's just hope this one hair was a fluke....