I don’t mind getting older.
I embrace it mostly.
True, my eye-sight isn’t exactly what it was even 5 years ago and my knees crack a lot when I walk up the stairs, but I’ve also gained more confidence in who I am, finally know what I want to be when I do finally grow up, and have learned how much fun it is to just let go, be silly and dance! — but still not in public.
However, there is one thing about getting older that I am just not OK with.
Now I’m not theoretically against grey hair.
Just grey hair on my own head.
I’m just not ready for it.
I always claimed I would dye my hair until the day I die when I was younger, But now, I don’t really like dying my hair. I mean, I don’t even wear make-up on most days, why would I go through the hassle?
However, that still leaves me with grey hair.
So I do the only reasonable, mature thing I know.
I pull them & pretend that it never happened.
Only, at some point I’m going to have to stop doing that — or I’ll pull out all my hair.
How about you? Do you have grey hair yet? What’s your method of coping?
xoxo Lori Danelle