It's a bit of an "are-we-there-yet?" topic.
When I grow up, I want to be a grown up. No delayed adolescence, no mid-life crisis, no Peter Pan, no mutton dressed as lamb. It's not so much what do I want to be when I grow up (because how do you know, really, when you've got there?). It's a question of how do I want to grow up?
Gracefully, and with every grey hair on my head.
Incidentally, while I was at the library looking for a book on Christian Lacroix (because his house muse is the terribly beautiful and totally grey Marie Seznec and I just can't find a good photo of her online), I came across this book instead - Going Gray by Anne Kreamer. At age 49 she realised, dyed hair and all, that she still looked 49 anyway and that it was time to stop with all the artifice, get authentic and go grey. Good on her, I say. I'm enjoying reading it and amongst her findings are that being grey doesn't make you look old, it just makes you look your age, it's not an impediment to dating and it saves thousands of dollars on hairdresser appointments. Truly, just thinking about the tyranny of the Clairol packet gives me the shivers.
So, growing up - am I there yet? Well, grey hair-wise, about half way.