Into the Gray

A few months back, my talented and magical hairdresser decided to use some darker colors when she foiled my hair. As it grew out, I decided that I should take a break from coloring my hair. This is a sacrifice because Babs is so talented and has always done an amazing job on my color.

Anyway, it has been interesting to let my hair get back to its natural color and to see just how much gray hair I have now. It's not a lot, just a few hairs here and there, but it doesn't bother me at all to have gray hair. (By the by, my dad has minimal gray hair and he is in his 70's. You can see a picture of him in this post.) I am okay with being middle-aged and I accept everything that comes with the mid-life territory. Okay, I could do without the creaky knees!

As I think about aging and graying, it occurs to me that the older I get, the more gray my there is in my life. Not in a dull, boring or dreary kind of way, but rather in the sense that the older I get, the more I realize that life is not divided into black and white, right or wrong, good or bad. There is a lot more gray than I realized when I was younger.

With the increased gray comes more love, acceptance, forgiveness, tolerance, understanding and openness to new ways of thinking and being and doing. So I will gladly keep on moving into the gray.