My forty-third birthday is a mere four weeks away. And with autumn in full swing and the leaves turning, I’m facing my own change. Yep… I have officially found my first gray hairs. I can’t help but consider the corollary. While trees go through a dramatic change every year, I will only face this once. It’s just one of those milestones of life and I think it’s appropriate to reflect on where I’ve been and where I’m going.
I’m embracing this change. I’ve always said I’ve earned every one of my crow’s feet, often the hard way. Now I’ll have the gray hair as a matching set. I plan on aging as gracefully as possible. I won’t be hiding or coloring my gray strands as they progress. It doesn’t change who I am, my spirit, or my outlook. I simply look at it as having earned my stripes.
So I leave you with this…
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. ~ John Burroughs
I’m nowhere near my last days mind you, but moving forward, I plan on living my life just as I am now, full of light and color. My best years are still to come. Cheers!
It is about time you earned some stripes! I find it sad you can remember how old you are…I haven’t been able to for years.. Even as I write this I am doing the math …ah 40 something physically but childlike in my joy of nature. Much love soul sis! You need approximately 99,976 more white/grey hairs to catch me. (this is based on the estimated 150k hairs on human head and I am 2/3 of the way there)
I’ve gotten off pretty easy in the gray department. And unless you’re looking closely you won’t notice them. Cheers, sis!
Let me know if you need any advice on dealing with those gray hairs. I’ve got tons (of advice and gray hairs!)…
Thanks, Steve. I think those early morning shoots are finally getting to me. Just keep making me cappuccinos and I’ll do just fine. 😉