Drive, vote, graduate, drink, graduate some more, rent a car without an extra fee.  After that, there’s marriage, kids, retirement, but the milestones are more individualized and less age-related.

Today, however, I hit one that is definitely age-related.  This morning I found my first grey hair.  It was in my beard, extra long, and while a case might have been made for it just being very blond, the realist must insist on grey.

No problem.  I am ready to stop being confused for someone in his twenties.  Having started to lose my hair when I was 18, I’ve (had to) become very calm about aging.  So it’s not a milestone that stresses me out the way it would other people.  Of course, I’ll certainly hide it from any producers potentially interested in hiring me as a comedy writer.  Among that particular group, I’m happy to be confused for someone in his twenties.

Now I’ll just wait for the next milestone.  Like my hip shattering or something.

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