I've Crossed Over

There is a very fine line that each of us must some day cross. Scattered throughout our lives, through periods of growth and development, we reach new stages in life where we can officially tout that we have stepped into a new arena. We are ready to face the new challenges that are set before us. We have accepted that life continues forward and in that moment of realization, we accept what we can not change and make the most out whatever it is that life has dealt our hand.
One of these lines that are crossed, comes when we realize we are no longer young. Maturity has made its mark on our bodies, and reaches a point where it just pushes our body and allows it to start gathering momentum down the other side of the aging hill.
You never know when that line will be crossed. It may sneak up on you, like a thief in the night. It may come at you boldly in the full light of day. However it decides to come, it will come...and when it does, you will know it.
Today I was getting my haircut. I had a sweet Asian woman that didn't speak English very well. When I first sat down, she ran her fingers through my hair and said, "You no have much here." I had already accepted that my hair had decided to make a retreat in a most rapid movement...however, it wasn't until halfway through the haircut, as she ever so gently trimmed the hair around and in my ear, that I finally realized...
I had crossed the line.