Anything But Gray

I read a really good article the other day that talked about a subject Zachary and I had just been discussing recently. 

Here it is…it’s good, read it! But read  my blog first….k? K.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paulina-porizkova/aging_b_771127.html

Aging.

Getting old.

Or to be more specific,  looking old.

The only problem I have with looking older  is….I don’t act my age. 

At all. 

If you were to compare how I act to how old I am, it’s not even close. Not even in the friggin’ ballpark.  I squeal when I’m excited…I jump up and down when I’m excited….my latest favorite song (aside from Oh Santa by Mariah) Is Move Your Body by Nelly and The Way You Lie by Eminem.  Not exactly 38 year old mom music.   I still LOVE to do things that I know will make my mom crazy. I still love to party…I could go on and on. It’s like I have decided to stay 17…maybe 21 on a good day, forever.  

And all of this I don’t care. It’s me..take it or leave it.  They only problem I see with it is  I can’t act like this when I LOOK old.  And I don’t wanna stop acting like this. I  like me. For the most part.

The last time I dyed my hair….I realized that gray hair just does not match my personality.  I can’t have gray hair and act the way I do.  Why? Because people will think I’m some old broad  trying recapture her youth by acting young.

But it’s not an “act”. It’s me. And I happen to like myself this way….I think if you stay young at heart, you stay young physically a whole lot longer.  And really, I just don’t know how to be any other way.

So my solution? Dye my hair and get my ass to the gym….stay fit, stay healthy and pray my looks don’t catch up with my age  so I can keep acting the way I do, without people looking at me funny. 

🙂