Kate Middleton Has White Hair Too

Monday, February 10, 2014

I've now been 30 for officially 4 months and 9 days.  Yet there are times I don't feel 30 at all and then it's those moments that hit you smack in the face to remind you of your ripe ol' age.  My friend and I had this conversation over Christmas of instances when it hurt to realize we were actually the big 3-0.  For example, she said it wasn't her birthday but rather when she had to punch in her age on the machine at the gym.  She said she no longer had to press the down arrow.  Now it was time to press it up to get to that dreaded 30.  I, on the other hand, hadn't experienced an "ouch 30" moment until recently when I looked into the mirror and saw this:

Yes my friends.  It is what you think it is.  
That is my first. white. hair.

I immediately texted my hair dresser and asked her to confirm my destiny.  She kindly tried to tell me it was just a blonde hair.  I had to swallow my pride and confess that it couldn't be because it was coarse, curly and stuck up straight in the middle of my part.

This is when it sunk in.
I'm no longer in my twenties.  I have officially climbed that hump into the 30 range.  
I'm not sure why it was so hard for me to swallow at first.  I think because growing up you picture 30 being sooo old when in reality, it's not a big deal at all.  I mean everyone else is growing up too, right?

And then I remembered it.  I remembered the picture that changed my thinking on getting old.
Which picture you ask?  This one of course:

Right there proves it.  Not only is it okay to grow up and accept the number 30 but HELLO!  If the Duchess can sprout white hair than my one, measly string is completely acceptable.  I will gladly take my 30, my little white hair and continue to conquer my list of  what I want to accomplish in my 30s.  Because if Kate Middleton can rock it than so can I.

Thanks for saving me from a therapy sesh Kate.

Yours Truly,

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