Thoughts on a Gray Hair
I found a gray hair today. I’m pretending it’s the first one I’ve ever found, that the one I found a few months ago and yanked within an inch of its life didn’t exist because my mind won’t let me remember it.
Gray hair is for old people. People that have mortgages, 401Ks and who are on low sodium diets. I can’t be old, I’m a Millennial, a generation whose tag line is ‘children of baby-boomers’. I’m defined by the fact that my parents can’t let go of the fact that I’m their baby.
But then I think about how long it took for me to get that gray hair. Almost 30 years. Years of disappointments, triumphs, heartbreaks, laughter, shitty relationships; it’s a sign of thousands of good days and thousands of bad days. It’s my award for getting through things that could have brought me to my knees.
I think I’ll let it stay.