NaBloPoMo: Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight it?
About a month ago I was in my bathroom doing my hair when I saw it. It was a grey hair. I immediately started to freak out. I’m 33 years old there is no way that I should have a gray hair right now. I’m way too young for this. Then I started to figure out ways to deal with it. I could dye it but was I really ready to start continuously dying my hair. I mean lets be serious for a minute I went natural mainly because I did not want to purchase a perm every 6-8 weeks. So if I didn’t want to do that what made me think I was going to keep up a dye job. Then I thought I could pull it out but then I thought am I going to pull out my hair every time I see a hint of gray. When my whole head turns gray am I going to pluck myself bald. Then my answer came to me. I could just simply accept it and realize what that gray hair meant.
That gray hair meant that I had lived and I am living. It means that on my journey of life that I had gained wisdom that I could share with my children. Mistakes that I learned from that shaped me into the person that I am today. I have lived long enough to have memories both good and bad to remember. It shows that I am headed into my next stage of life. It meant I was getting old. However I’m not old yet and even when I do get old I will be as young as my body allows me to be.
I thought about fighting growing old for a little while but now I’ve decided to accept and enjoy it. Growing old is my body’s’ way of showing me the stripes that I have earned. While I won’t fight old age I will fight keeping my health. But old age I will take it. No reason to fight it. I’ll just go along for the ride.
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