I’m trying to be very graceful about this aging thing. Unfortunately, graceful has never been one of my strong suits. My eyes seem to be taking the biggest hit so far - bags under them, wrinkles around them, and hell if I can see fine print any more. That went downhill fast last year around the time I turned 45. The worst part is that I just don’t feel all that different on the inside. I would say I’m more able to see things in perspective (or see things from a different, more experienced perspective), but essentially I just feel pretty much the same. Sometimes I wish I looked it and sometimes I just don’t give a damn. Guess that’s another one of those signs. Right up there with “Get off my lawn” and “Damn kids these days…”
I got my first grey hair at age 31. By 40, I had so many grey hairs I couldn’t stand it so I started coloring my hair. I just decided this week, ten years later, that I’m sick to death of that and am ready to see what color my hair really is now. From what I can tell, a lot of it is going to look like Tiggrkitty’s fiber optic hairs.
The good news is that my mother always wanted snow-white hair like her mother had, and even today at age 84 is resentful of the fact that she has dirty grey instead. So I’m hoping I’ll get the snowy white sooner rather than later, at least in time to make her crazy. We’ll see how it looks in a couple months; I’m visiting her this fall, so I’ll have time to find out if I can make her jealous by then. 
Yeah, growing up is unavoidable, but childish is forever.
It’s a message that’s released from your DNA when it reaches the exact age of 29 years 364 days.
That, plus a few errant weed-like eyebrows - that grow twice as long and twice as thich as the other ones about 1/3 the way in from the bridge of your nose.
Would whoever switched out my eye lids for crepe please switch them back? I really hate putting on my eyeshadow in the morning; with every swipe, my lids start bunching in the corners. And now sometimes when I try to pluck the stray eyebrow lash, I’ll get skin instead of hair.
I want my eye lids back.
Why is it that yard work is so hard now? Heck, I used to mow, weed, edge, the whole thing and think nuttin’ of it. Now I need a break or two. The next morning I get old man shuffle for a little bit when I get up. Why is it that people in their 20’s look twelve? Don’t them youngun’s know how to look their age? Dang whippersnappers! Speaking of weird hair, what’s up with knuckle hair all of a sudden? Ear hair, nose air and strange eyebrow hair ain’t enough? GEEZ!
Speaking of hair, while mine is turning gray, it is, as I like to remind my bald* brothers still hair.
That should be embroidered on a sampler.
I hear that getting older makes one cranky. Or is it irregular? Perhaps both.
Hair color does a great job of hiding my fiber optics, but damn it - why are my eyebrows turning grey? And if I have to deal with grey hair, why do I still have acne?