Saturday, May 14, 2016
I just haven't been ready.
I'm plenty old enough, mind you.
But, I've had trouble.
Trouble imagining myself.
Not just what I would look like.
What I would feel like.
If I go gray.
It's been a little intimidating.
And I've looked at it with dread.
That taking that step.
Meant the end.
Of life as I know it.
A tad dramatic!
Isn't as crucial as stopping elephant poaching in Africa.
Fighting childhood obesity.
Or finding a cure for Alzheimer's.
It's been somewhat of a big thing for me.
It was turning a corner.
A rite of passage.
If not physically.
So I prepared.
I started where all important visual journeys begin.
I started searching "gray hairstyles."
Gray is having somewhat of a comeback.
Look at Merle Streep in "The Devil Wears Prada."
Even Rosanne looks pretty good in gray.
I felt encouraged.
And took the plunge.
I passed on this week's hair color appointment.
Katie just gave me a cut.
"It shouldn't take long to grow the gray out" she encouraged me.
She always says the right thing.
That for me.
Gray will be a new journey.
I love a new journey.
Gray will be artsy and fun.
Gray will be a new beginning.
Gray will be........hopefully.......okay.
But more than anything.
Pulling it off.
(and my youngest told me I can totally pull it off.)
May have more to do with other things.
Than the color of my hair.
The peace in my spirit.
The passion I have for things I love.
The evidence of joy of my face.
Those things........with gray hair.
And it may turn out alright.