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My forty-third birthday is a mere four weeks away. And with autumn in full swing and the leaves turning, I’m facing my own change. Yep… I have officially found my first gray hairs. I can’t help but consider the corollary. While trees go through a dramatic change every year, I will only face this once. It’s just one of those milestones of life and I think it’s appropriate to reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m going.
I’m embracing this change. I’ve always said I’ve earned every one of my crow’s feet, often the hard way. Now I’ll have the gray hair as a matching set. I plan on aging as gracefully as possible. I won’t be hiding or coloring my gray strands as they progress. It doesn’t change who I am, my spirit, or my outlook. I simply look at it as having earned my stripes.
So I leave you with this…
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. ~ John Burroughs
I’m nowhere near my last days mind you, but moving forward, I plan on living my life just as I am now, full of light and color. My best years are still to come. Cheers!
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