Today while washing my hair I noticed one of the many pieces that typically fall out and get tangled around my fingers was white. Pure white. I don’t mean partly brown and partly grey. I don’t even mean a little bit grey. An entire strand that was pure white. It’s not my first grey hair. It certainly won’t be the last but it was definitely the first that was completely grey. I decided to put my hair in a braid today and noticed the natural highlights I have always had in my hair are lighter. There are many greys amongst them now also. Aside from all the grey hair, there are wrinkles I have never had before. Laugh lines, crows feet, even a few sun spots. It doesn’t bother me. It’s all just new.
Clearly I am starting to look my age, though. The local Chick-Fil-A has new trash cans that compact the garbage as it gets full. As I went to put my trash in the bin, the digital sign that normally tells you to wave your hand below the sensor to open the door read “please wait…”. You could hear the compactor compressing everything inside. A teenager walked over to me and said “you need to wave your hand, lady”. I live in the south. Most folks say sir or ma’am to their elders out of respect. Sometimes instead of ma’am they will call women miss. Nope. I was called lady. I might not be as technologically savvy as my children but I’m pretty sure I can figure out how to use a rubbish bin. I must look older than I think to have a teen explain to me how to open the door. 🤷🏻♀️
I don’t mind getting older. No one should. It’s a part of life. Wrinkles and grey hair come with the territory. With age comes experience. Everything you do changes who you become. Whether for the good or bad, it all has an impact. The past makes us who we are. Everything that happens in life is either a lesson or experience.
Don’t let “social norms” guide your life. Be yourself. Enjoy life. Every wrinkle has a story. Every grey hair proves your life’s experience. Just be you and be happy.
Oily Minded Medic 