I recently heard someone call their gray hairs their “sparkles”. That’s my new favorite thing! I’m noticing a new one sprouting out of the crown of my head every few weeks now and I’m just starting to not freak out each time.
I’m 34 but still feel like a kid most of the time. I think I’m in my twenties still (though, I probably wouldn’t go back to my twenties if you paid me! Train wreck is an understatement). I’m more mature now than I was then, more focused. A whole lot more grounded. I look before I leap now. I’m still impulsive and whimsical, but I’ve got a lot more invested in my decisions now. I really enjoy the life I’ve worked hard for – I’m satisfied.
I have plenty of energy and am in better shape than I was for most of my twenties! Even when I was in ballet classes four days a week during college, I was drinking enough beer and eating enough pizza bagels to undo most of that progress!
So, you can’t go back to the younger body and younger skin, unfortunately. But the trade-off is that with age comes learning and understanding and acceptance. So I’ll keep pushing this body of mine to get stronger and fitter. I’ll keep smiling when I find a new “sparkle” in my hair. And I’ll be thankful that I keep getting older and having the opportunity of more time to learn to love this body I’m in.