About a year ago, I talked to my hairdresser about going gray. She laid out a plan that would help me grow out my color without having to shave my head and wear a wig while waiting.
Step 1 was the blond highlights.
Step 2 was the short hair cut.
Step 3 was the grow out.
A year later, here we are. Silver sparkles everywhere.
I don’t know that I love it. I don’t know that I don’t.
But I do know that it’s mine, and authenticity is a good thing.
As for gratitude. I’m grateful to not color my hair. I’m grateful to be my age, and have energy and vitality. I’m grateful to just be, whatever that means right now.