Tiny, yet scary

I have had my share of little ailments this year (particularly with my back), and I would like to think that it is not from turning older. The doctors tell me that it was an old injury that never bothered me until now. This is a time when I should be the most energetic, yet I am restricted in various ways for the time being. Being 25 is the beginning of the second half of my twenties phase, which leads me to believe that there is so much more to accomplish before I turn 30.

While I have been thinking about my age lately, sometimes humorous happenings occur that make me wonder if they are coincidental signs or what not. You know, one of those moments where you think, “Did that just really happen?” I had one yesterday morning.

Now, many of you know that my favorite color is white (and the other being green!). I love white because it reminds me of snow, mountains, vanilla, simplicity, and elegance. Despite my fondness of the color white, there is a white that we all dread…

I was brushing my hair in front of the bathroom mirror as I was half awake, feeling like I’d rather be back in bed. After all, it was 6:30 AM. And then I saw it (after a double take). Practically out of left field, lo and behold! A glimmer of white caught my eye. It can’t be! But yes, it was. It was a single strand of white hair precisely in the middle of my hair part. I have never experienced any white hair in my life, and here I was, thinking about my new age for the last few weeks and then getting my first white hair, right then and there. I knew friends that have had random white hairs since middle school, so that made me feel a little better. This is obviously not a life catastrophe, but it just happened to be one of those moments that coincided with some recent thoughts about life.

Well, at least I can say that I always have my identification checked, my university card still works for the movies/museums, and I have been asked if college was in my near future plans