Grey.

This morning, I put priority on my writing.

I woke up early this morning to shower, too tired out by a fast scrimmage practice and a late night birthday party for Caits with my dad to shower last night. When I found myself dressed and ready, the dog walked, by 6:50a, I was excited by the thought of being able to head to Starbucks and grab a salted caramel mocha before work.

I wandered into the bathroom for one last go-through with my straightener and noticed a few grey hairs that have slipped past my hair dye for the past few months.

And then I noticed how little I cared about them. I looked at them, streaking through my bangs, and smiled. I've earned those grey hairs. While they used to scream at me about how old I'm getting, they now grin at me and remind me how far I've come, how grown up and mature I am now.

So, instead of Starbucks, I write. I breathe in the cool, fall air and smile about this upcoming season of change and the amazing place I'm in now, due to all of the events that caused those little grey hairs.

And I feel grateful.