Petty loss edition.
I love my hair color. It's a variegated chestnut with hints of red, the kind of hair other people coax from the bottle. But in just a few short years, I'll start to go gray, and a few years after that, bald. And I'm acutely aware of all the years I wasted wishing my hair were not my hair.
I'm dwelling on this to escape the other, far greater losses barreling down the track.