I haven’t found a single gray hair on my head, ever. I’ve been telling myself that when that time comes I’ll embrace it Helen Mirren style. But my friend was over the other day and she said something awful as she analyzed sections of her hair in front of my mirror. She said, “I used to think that I was just going to embrace my grays as I grew older, but I hate them so much.” Shit. I looked at her with sad puppy eyes. I asked, “You mean to tell me that I’ve been putting all of my eggs into this I’ll just embrace it basket and it might fail me when the time comes?” She looked at me briefly and keeled over in laughter.
But really, who am I kidding? I always feel a special privilege when I hear people talk about their grays and I can’t relate. I’m glad I can’t relate to finding the right shade to cover the grays without going too dark as women often do because dark is sometimes the only way to conceal them, and if you’ve got highlights that’s even more of a battle to get it right. Nope. I can’t relate. I learned a lot though.
I feel really good about myself in an unhealthy way, as if I have anything to do with whether or not my hair turns grey. Karma will probably be giving me my first one as I sleep tonight.. Ye gods, I’m not ready.
Here’s what I imagine I should look like.
On the day that I find my first gray hair, this will be the extent of my vision.
My name is Lyz-Stephanie and I want to inspire you to live a more interesting, fulfilling and beautiful life. Think of me as your well-being and happiness guide. Every day we can do something to make our lives happier and richer, make our minds more active and engaged. I’m on the journey. Will you join me?