Flash to last night: brushing my teeth (is this the only time I realize my mortality?) I found 3 grey hairs. They weren't my first, I had one a few months ago. But that one was an individual. Independent anomaly. But 3 at one time... that's hard to ignore. Aging is no longer something that happens to everyone else. High School was not just yesterday.
So I plucked them. I know. That's not going to stop them. And I'm sure there are many more hiding away in my not so luxurious, not so dark mane. But I have to try and baby step into it.
And maybe by next time I find them I will be better mentally prepared.