Well, I did it.
I noticed a gray hair shining against my normally brunette locks, and instead of plucking it out of my head, as I have for more than 8 years, I just left it alone.
Am I getting old?
I noticed my first gray hair on my sister’s wedding day. I don’t think there was any connection…really. But I was only thirty-two years old. I thought that was kind of young for gray. But I plucked it out, showed my sister, and we laughed over it. And I’ve been plucking gray hairs ever since.
It used to be that I’d find a gray hair in the mirror once every couple of months, then one or two a month. Now it’s up to every two or three days -- all in the same general area – shiny, coarse, and right on the top of my head. Pluck, pluck, pluck…and life goes on.
But this morning as I was brushing my hair, I saw another one. And I thought…”What’s the use? I’ll just find another one tomorrow.” So, I pulled my hair back in a clip, brushed my teeth, and started my day. But it’s niggling there in the back of my mind. Not the fact that there’s a gray hair there on the top of my head, but the fact that I left it. I quit fighting, quit plucking, and just accepted it.
Who knows, maybe I’ll just pluck it tomorrow with any others that I find. Or maybe not. But I think I’m resigned to the passage of time, and the onset of middle-aged-ness. Sigh. And I guess, in a way, that’s a good thing. Might as well celebrate the joy of life right where I am, right?
And maybe I’ll just start buying brunette-in-a-bottle.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Well, I did it.