Last week was insanely busy and this week is blissfully still. All I hear right now is white noise and my typing.
Gray hairs have started to appear at the top of my head and I’m feeling a bit mortified. I’m 26 for Christ’s sake. I was hoping I wouldn’t inherit the early gray hair genes my mother battled, but I guess since I inherited everything else from her, it is inevitable. Each hair sticks straight up as if it is growing toward the sky while I whisper to myself, do not pluck, do not pluck, do not pluck.