Thinking a lot about aging lately. I'm starting to look older. I notice it most in the morning, when I roll out of bed, stumble to the bathroom and see myself in the mirror. That's when the lines and bags and sags really seem to show up.
Clearly aging is an inevitability, so the trick - there is always a trick - is to age gracefully. Here's where I struggle, and it turns out it's in my blood to struggle.
My mom is 70 years old. She dyes her hair brown religiously. To me that seems a bit like hanging on. I understand the blue/gray aversion but maybe that blonde/gray or heck, just let it go natural. I guess I figure best case scenario you enjoy the age you are and use whatever benefits that age has to your advantage.
So with new resolve in my heart to age gracefully, not to hang on to youth and all that...
...I put my nose ring back in.
Oh yeah, I'm going to be just fine at this aging thing....

At the Larimer Lounge. Just after Le Boom played (check them out again at the bluebird on the 18th) and right before the Deadly Snakes got on stage and blew out my eardrums...they were good though...

This show freaking rocked. Complete with drumming on conduit, tearing up the larimer ceiling, motorcycle helmets...