Gray

This one will be a short but sweet entry. (And I'm giving a big shout-out to the High Priestess of Darkness. I love those winks.)....So, wow, I'm going gray. It's strange. I've had a few people comment on my hair the last few weeks. I mean, it's not the occasional gray hair here and there....My temples are starting to gray, as is the hair in back. Thing is--I kinda like it! I don't know if it's the fact I think it's "distinguished," or if it's just something different, but I don't mind it even 1%. Maybe I'm just becoming comfortable with myself, with aging. I'll be 30 this year, and I'm really looking forward to it. Maybe I'm buying into some kind of myth, but I think I'll be more relaxed, feel more chill about my place in life, and have more self-confidence in my 30s. So many people try to cover up the fact that they're aging. Heck, I sure want to stay in shape and look my best! But it's the details that define us. Gray hair. Wrinkles. An extra pound or ten. These things show people--and ourselves--that we've been places. Physical locations and emotional crevices of Experience. So I say, Fuck it, bring on the literal and metaphorical shades of gray. I'll embrace them with Sassy Style.