Aging gracefully

I always wondered how I would handle wrinkles, dreaded crows feet and smile wrinkles... gray hair. Would I be OK with it? I could never make up my mind on if I would take it and be comfortable in my own skin, or try creams and dye to cover up mother nature's effects on my face and hair. Today I saw it. A gray hair. My first gray hair. With out any process of thought, I reached up and yanked it out. I stood there, staring at that strand of white hair in my fingers and was completely amazed and taken back at what had just happened. I guess I can now say I know, that my gut reaction is not going to be to sit back and take this aging thing with out a fight... or at the very least some cover up and dye for as long as I can get away with it.