Vanity post. Not really.

I dyed my hair. Actually, a new neighbor and friend hennaed my hair. First time in four years. Four years of gray hair, and really kind of loving it. But alas, I got bored with it and so... light reddish brown. In examining the gray hair (cause lets be honest, these days I feel compelled to examine most everything) this is what i learned. I learned to love gray hair. I learned to look for and love seeing women (and men) strong enough to rock their authentic hair. I learned people in some places are more prone to wearing gray hair then others. I dont think I saw gray hair on anyone under 7o while visiting Long Island. Not much gray hair in LA either. I learned to change the way I look in the mirror. Or walk away when I cant look in the mirror, and be nice to myself. Im trying to learn to age gracefully. To accept myself through the years. Ive learned that some people really do like gray hair. That for some men/women, it really is who you are. And Ive learned that those are the men I want to date, when I want to date. And Ive learned that it is okay to have fun with your appearance. To change things up when you need to. To wear makeup when you want to. And not when you dont. I wore makeup regularly from 18 -36. Totally succumbed to advertising, culture and vanity. I dont know if I ever even questioned it. And then I stopped. And now at 40, Ive come to a place of wearing it when I want to, not because i feel I have to. Or because Im supposed to. The pendulum swung pretty far in the opposite direction for me, the last four years. I had to try on other ways of living, to come to the middle ground of where I want to be, where I am, for now.

So Ive colored my hair, not to hide anything but to mix it up a bit. To try something else on for size. Again.

Thanks for reading, for being here, for your support, encouragement and kind words through the years. You help me sit down and write. Even when its about hair color. Enjoy the day. K