Yesterday I made an amazing discovery.
The night just prior I had noticed a grey hair or two making an appearance along my hair’s main part line.
Don’t misunderstand – this was nothing new.
It was what I discovered next that left my jaw hanging wide open.
This morning, as I was preparing to make war on the grey as usual, I encountered a never-before-seen sight.
A patch of WHITE. A BIG one. Right in the FRONT.
My younger brother was born with blond hair that darkened to brown as he grew up. But in this one area, he had this really cool white streak (sort of like Audrey Hepburn, but male and on the back of his head instead of on the front).
I was always kind of jealous of that white streak….especially since he got his highlights for free pretty much from birth.
But I have to say, this isn’t where I would have chosen to put mine.
Nor would I have selected the multiple other locations where I found white streaks just like this one sprouting – all of a sudden – all over my head.
The truth is, if I came from the type of DNA that grows pure white glowing hair in our golden years, I would be all over it. I would probably dye it lilac….or even pastel-rainbow like one wonderful woman who frequents one of my favorite coffee shops here in our eclectic, artsy little community. She wears a long single braid and her alternating pastel colors turn it into the coolest tie-dye look.
If my hair turned all white, I would pick a shade of pastel dye that absolutely would not have been possible during the “black hair/black roots” years. And I would LOVE it.
But given that I seem destined to impersonate salt-and-pepper shakers up top for the remainder of my days, black with teal low lights it is. At least for now.
After all, who knows – Darwin’s finest (along with a rogue recessive gene or two) may yet have a surprise or two up ahead for me!
Today’s Takeaway: What is it like for you, when you catch that first oh-so-unexpected glimpse of something new about your person that you’ve never noticed before? Do you automatically think, “Oh no! I’m getting old!” Or do you ponder it with curiosity, wondering if you might like it better than what was there previously. Do you celebrate, seeing it as one of those life milestones that once seemed so far away but now here you are at last?! Or perhaps do you simply catalogue it for reference purposes, should such reference ever be required, and go on about your day?