Going Gray and Growing up

I’ve reached my next scheduled existential crisis (The last being when I was 18 and the next when I turn 30). In the last six months, I’ve graduated college, started a full-time job, gotten married, and moved into my first “big girl” apartment. Adulthood is here, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

So, back on that fateful day in July when I found a gray hair peeking through my brown locks, I started to panic. I’m only 22! I still watch Disney Channel sometimes and my dream vacation is going to London to tour the Harry Potter studios. Going gray is for old people.

I let my feelings about The Gray fester next to my rapidly forming opinion on desk jobs and growing hatred of grocery shopping and watching money disappear from my bank account for bills. That discolored little strand was a blatant reminder of the transformation I was making from quirky, fun, kid to plain, boring, responsible, boring (did I mention boring) adult.

I found more, six to be exact, nestled among my roots over the next few months. Each one bothered me a little less. The initial shock hits hard, but then you start to get used to it. The other day I ran my hand through my hair and those hairs-who-should-not-be-named caught the light and shimmered like I had put in glitter. It looked….pretty.

I guess every girl in a quarter-life, going-grey melt-down has some silver linings.

They aren’t the only thing I’ve gotten used to. Grocery shopping isn’t so bad if you make a list ahead of time and desk jobs aren’t so terrible once you get situated and make connections with the people you work with. Maybe it’s a good idea to read a few news articles a day (the ones about current events, not puppies) but you can definitely still watch Disney Channel while you pretend to fold the laundry.

I’m not saying I have it all figured out, not even close, but maybe it won’t as bad as I originally thought. Besides, gray is in right now.

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