I am 35. But that's not the terrifying part.
I have been blessed, my whole life, by having "young" parents. It's not that my parents are any younger than my friends parents. In fact, my parents are actually older than many of my friends' parents. And when I say "young" I am not necessarily referring to age.
See, my parents look FANTASTIC for being almost mid-60's (sorry to out your secret, mom!). But it's true. With youthful appearances and a busy life, my mom and dad have remained young at heart. And because of that, I take certain youthful things for granted.
When I think about aging, I use my Dad as my benchmark. There are so many physical similarities between the two of us that I pretty much know how old I will be when a physical attribute starts to fall apart. The way I see it, I won't have to worry about gray hair for another 25 years or so.
WRONG. I have found the stray gray from time to time, and have often though the hair was gray when in reality is was just blond. Until today. Remember when I colored my hair darker? I like it. A lot. And that was several months ago. It should have washed out by now, so my stylist says this color is really close to my natural color, and I LOVE it. But I couldn't help but notice that the darker hair made my eyebrows look lighter.
Today, I was putting a little makeup on and noticed that not only do my eyebrows look even lighter than I remember, but they also seem to be shiny in places. And the shine wasn't makeup or lotion. It was gray. GRAY EYEBROWS PEOPLE!!! Can you believe it? I have some gray eyebrows.
Sigh. So, while I continue to deny that I am in my mid-thirties, I will now embrace that, perhaps, just maybe, I inherited my dad's amazing curls but not the longevity of being brunette.
I am, after all, 35.