When I turned 30-years-old every birthday became less of a ritual and more of a period of self reflection and an opportunity for me to create all sorts of wish lists.
1. Find the perfect man to marry and have kids.
2. Find the perfect home preferably near the water in a beach house.
3. Win the lottery and forget about points 1 & 2.
But, as the years quickly passed and I got closer to turning 40, I realized that points 1,2, and 3 might not become a reality. Therefore, the only thing I had to look forward to was the art of ageing gracefully. Until suddenly, grace was interrupted when out of nowhere stood a grey hair. The long, black hair that I had grown accustomed to would be forever tainted by this monstrous beast. No wig, no weave, no nothing would be able to hide it and now my life was completely over. I would be invaded by a single, silver strand who became known to me as "the intruder." Much like the aunt or uncle who showed up drunk on Christmas or the dreaded coworker I least expected to show up to the corporate dinner. They just didn't belong there! And just like these annoying people in our lives so was my grey hair. Yet eventually, I had to come to terms with the fact that this was something that came along with the ageing process and I would need to embrace it. However, I wanted no parts of it! Having grey hair meant that I would be treated differently when I went to the mall or shopped for groceries. Men and women would now refer to me as "Mame" instead of Ms. Roy. No longer would I be able to enjoy passing for the girl in her twenties, I was getting old and this was going to take some getting use to. I could no longer wear the short skirts and tiny t-shirts anymore without being ridiculed by the packs of women wolves at nightclubs. Now, I was a fully grown woman who had to give up all of those things and accept whatever life had to offer. I was entering into a new beginning, my dew season and life was about to become pretty darn special.
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Grey hairs...a right of passage I would happily avoid if I could find the right color. ;)
wait until you find them in places other than the top of your head...that's when it is REALLY traumatic! been there done that!
You are so right! I'm in total agreement. This year I've seen so many lose their homes. I've seen people stand in the food bank line that I never thought I'd see stand there. I've had a spot for a minute now with no shame at all. My gift of giving this year will be Peace, Joy and Gratitude.
Thank you hillaby
Keep writing....
I'm in total agreement with the grey hairs. I grew a constellation of grey hairs when i got married and gave birth to a beautiful little boy. However, people felt the need to point that out to me, especially the younger whipper snappers! Dang kids!
I've come to appreciate my "wisdom" and decided to use it as a tool. For every white/yucky grey I have, there's a story to it. If you can walk in my shoes......then, let your hair turn grey and be proud as I am.!
Wisdom is beautiful...so is dark and lovely dyes! Love you hillaby
keep writing. sorry i posted that other one on the wrong day......
... Aging process, grey hairs, hair dyes.. i believe that within the next 10 years a clever scientist somewhere in the world (ermm, preferable Britain) will come up with a pill that when you swallow it - just one tablet, you'll have dark hair all year round and no one will know you are past 40. I also believe that within 10 years from now another or same English scientist will come up a wonder tablet that stops the aging process. Just one tablet a year and you will pass for a sexy girl in her twenties, and your door bell will ring non-stop. Have faith. Everything is possible, now.
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