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Who knew that I'd wake up today to a sign of maturity?

Whenever I get the chance to sit outside on my back deck with a cup of coffee and do nothing but relax, I take advantage of it. There's something so surreal about city ambience in the early hours of the day that help me wind down after a morning show with Michael and Maddie.

O, storytime.

So here I was, sipping on some dark roast when I decided it was the perfect opportunity to take a "basic-bro" selfie (go ahead, judge me). After further review, I spotted an abnormally long hair sticking out from my beard and it was as silver as a fox.

"My first gray hair?" I said aloud, confused as to whether I was happy or upset about it.

Normally, the response would be more like "you've got to be kidding me," but instead it was more of an "oh, sweet, bring on the salt and pepper."

I have to be honest with you, I'm kind of a fan of the half-and-half look with dark and gray hairs. It's a fashion statement that screams, "I'm aging like fine wine and I'm OK with this."

Honestly, it was only a matter of time. At the age of 32, I'm still young, but I'm not exactly 21 anymore. I'm more concerned over the achy joints and metabolism disaster that's been affecting my weight gain like a bloated, pregnant tick.

There are worse things in the world to be upset about and when it comes down to one gray hair, I'm not losing any sleep, that's for sure.