Every day I have been noticing a new shimmery white hair on my head. Not grey, but completely white. I used to pull them out when I would find one, “let’s just remove that and pretend it didn’t happen…”

…until one day I realized that I may need to hang onto the hair that I do have, seeing this rapid conversion taking place. I mean, how long until they just don’t come through at all anymore? Ha! (Yea, that’s an interesting laugh that I don’t even quite understand.)

As they started coming more rapidly I had to make the decision of whether or not to start coloring my hair. Couldn’t avoid it any longer. It took me a little while to decide, but I ultimately made a decision.

I finally decided that I really like being in my thirties. I have fond memories of being in my 30s. If my hair starts mixing in these white, silvery, glittery strands on my head, then so be it. I happen to kind of be okay with it. If a few strands of reflective, shimmery white hair represents being where I am in life, my 30s, then I’ll embrace it.

Now, if I could just be okay with the skin and wrinkles I’m starting to see on my face…

(I think I’ll continue on a journey of finding the fountain of youth for that. Haha!)

But you know, I am 33 years old, and I am realizing that I am just now living life. I am just now enjoying the company of others, I am just now really learning about who God is. I am just now learning about who I am.

The last year has been full of struggles and challenges, but it’s also been one of the best years of my life. I’m more awake now than I’ve ever been.

–Heather