I have to laugh when people come up to me asking to see my gray hair. Seriously? It’s only been 5 weeks since my last color! It won’t be a Charlton Heston, Ten Commandments transformation, it takes time. So, there’s no before and after shots yet.
I have to admit, there’s part of me that when I see the gray coming in I’m half proud and half in panic mode. The proud part of me likes the fact that I’ve dismissed societal pressure and I’m doing something that isn’t popular or trendy, or is it? The Libra in me likes things orderly and neat. That gray part of my hair coming in isn’t orderly and neat. It looks like I’m terribly overdue for a color appointment and I feel a bit discombobulated. I find myself explaining why I have this gray streak in my hair. “Just so you know, I’m fully aware of the gray strands, I’m working on an experiment.” Then I realize the lady at the grocery store couldn’t care less.
The other day as I was getting ready to go out, I looked in the mirror to find gray staring back at me. I was inches away from my mascara tube ready to dab that gray right out of my hair! I had to talk myself down from the ledge, “No fair touching up your hair, remember? Au natural!” I got over it, sort of, went out and completely forgot about it. That is until people started asking, “So where’s the gray?”
Interesting, women who ask me where the gray is say, “Oh, I can’t see anything, you don’t have any gray. The guys seem to be intrigued and being men say, “Oh yeah, I see it coming in.” As of today, I feel good about my decision. But today I have nowhere to go, it’s just me and my computer. My computer doesn’t care what color my hair is and as of this moment, I’m not that interested either.
Here’s to not wishing for more time, rather making the most of it!