You all know those lunchroom conversations you have after a break away from work. You know that one of the first questions that's passed round the table is, "So, how was your break?" or "What did you on vacation?" While some of my colleagues will share adventures, travels, relaxation stories, I'm planning on sharing that I learned I'm getting old.
I know I'm getting older because:
1. I found my first gray hair (which you already know).
2. I have mature skin.
Well, that's according to my dermatologist. When I was leaving my annual appointment, I was handed the usual mole check sheet that reminds me how often and what I should look for with moles but in addition to this, I was handed a new pamphlet. This one was titled, "Mature Skin." This pamphlet detailed how skin changes and the different types of spots that appear as one grows older. The skin definitely didn't look like my own skin but that of an older individual but I guess I must be in that category now.
So, while initially this whole gray hair thing freaked me out a bit, the skin thing didn't. Maybe I'll be able to accept growing old gracefully more than I thought. Now, hold onto those comments older readers. It's not that I think I'm old, it's the irony of these events. I have never thought of 33 as old and to find out in two very physical ways that apparently I am growing older in some ways but what I've learned and really is most important is I don't feel it and that's pretty amazing.
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