I am getting old.
Before you roll your eyes, it’s true. It’s happening to all of us, one day at a time.
My 30’s have been glorious. I felt good in my skin and accidentally discovered chasing your dreams is a good beauty regimen. I stopped hiding from mirrors and put the spanx away. My laugh lines look more like winkles and my “baby” who left me with a thicker middle is now reading.
The gray is coming in strong now, wild.
This is it.