I have to say I think I might be in denial since I saw my first grey hair all those years ago until today. This year we once again celebrated the anniversary of my 21st birthday. I have embraced the stigma of growing older to much. Its just that I am not ready to say I am ready for cardigans and khakis. Deep down I still feel young. Maybe not 16 and able to run a 6 minute mile but I don't feel almost 30.
I have to admit 21 was a good year for me it was the year I met the hubs and we moved in together. It was the first year I felt ok with my weight, height, hair color. Everything in my life had finally came together. 27 was another good year for me I had Mini man and got married. I also got down to a weight I was ok with post baby and I started working out again. There's something to be said about taking baby for walks getting a stroller and baby up and down a flight of steps gets the blood pumping.
So aging at 28 I have taken a new attack on the grey with bleach bottle blond goodness. I do worry that it is getting a little to Targaryen dragon princess but at least no one can see my shame. I am down to size smaller than when I met the hubs. The truth is I don't feel like I am getting older so maybe I am aging into something better?
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