Yesterday as I was styling my oh so awesome box braids I came across a...GREY HAIR! Now those who know me very well know that I have this secret (well not anymore) fear (for lack of a better word/term) of getting old. I looked it up and its called GERASCOPHOBIA.
This grey hair couldn't have come at a 'better' time to remind me of my imminent doom....errrr...I mean glorius future...than exactly one week before my birthday! Now I thoroughly enjoy the celebrations that come with birthdays, but the growing older part still hasn't, well, grown on me. Like my bestfriend loves to frequently and mercilessly remind me, I am 'twenty-something', which can be interpreted as anywhere from 21 to 29. That is kinda scary...the 29 part lol. I feel like time...life...is moving so quickly and I'm standing still, stuck in this irrational fear, as it passes me by. So I've made up my mind to grab life by the proverbial horns and enjoy the ride. Some people may say 'YOLO' would be appropriate here...but that's not my kind vibe...so I will raise an imaginary glass of NON-ALCOHOLIC wine (I love fizzy drinks) to aging gracefully and fearlessly...CHEERS LIFE LOVERS!
hehhehhehehehehe, I have a patch:) *hugs*
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