I've reached the point where I'm fine with getting older. I started graying about 10 years ago, and had a bookmark posted on a corkboard since I was about 25 saying "I surrender my youth gracefully - I have outgrown it." I finally reached the point where I was okay with that statement about five years prior, and while I'm grateful for having young experiences, I really wouldn't want to go back to my 20s.

And yet, yesterday I dyed my hair for the first time to cover up my grays. It was more out of curiosity in terms of how it would look, as well as that I've started to go Bride of Frankenstein (graying most at the temples like my mom did), so I felt like I should give it a try to see what I think. 

All day I've stopped at the mirror going "OMG, is that me?" I don't think it's a better look exactly, but if I ever have to job hunt again (please no!) I think I will do this just to make myself look younger. Oddly enough I like my gray hairs since they really are coming in white/silver and I think that when I'm old they'll be perfectly fine. For now though it's a nice change and I can decide whether to keep it up depending on how fast it washes out.