The major difference is that Reg got his streak because he had been struck in the head by lightning 66 times! My reason isn't nearly as interesting, or dangerous for that matter. Mine is simply due to the graying gene that runs on my father's side of the family and age.
At least once a month, I have a date with L'Oreal's Feria #50. It sucks. But, what sucks even more, is the thought of accepting the inevitable and going gray naturally. I'm simply too young to be gray headed! I can live with the little laugh lines that are starting to show up on my face because, ya know what, I earned every single one and don't regret any of the smiles or laughs that summoned their appearance! I can also live with the fact that my skin is getting drier as I age and that Eucerin and Aveeno are going to be a very close friends of mine from here on out. But, this graying thing, that's a whole different matter altogether. I'm not willing "gray gracefully." Granted, there are some people who have pulled off the graying thing quite nicely...
...I'm just not ready to join them right now.
Don't get me wrong, I don't mind aging in general. I didn't freak out when I turned 30. I didn't mourn the passing of my 30s. I embraced turning 40 and celebrated the event by escaping the Kentucky winter and trekking south to Florida so I could swim with the manatees on the day I turned the big 4-0!
|Me celebrating the BIG 4-0!|
I don't, however, appreciate the accompanying gray.
Well, my time is up. My monthly torture session is over. I'm off to the shower.
Any of this sound familiar? What do you dislike most about aging?
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