A blessing this is not

Whenever I take a moment to reminisce and think about where life has taken me, I almost never feel a desire to relive a phase.  Definitely do not want to repeat the teenage years.  Loved dating, but man am I glad that’s over.  Love love loved my kids in baby phase, and many moments have passed when I wish I could go back to that one.  I enjoy where I am at.  I don’t even mind the wrinkles beginning.  I have always thought of aging as sort of a trophy.  That I had earned every single line, scar, and stretch mark.  But today…   today I’m not so optimistic.  Today I found white hair sprouting from my head.  What?  What is this?  I’m a hair dresser!  Doesn’t that make me exempt?  This will not be handled with grace.