I don't spend a lot of time looking in mirrors. Maybe 10 minutes per day, but only if I'm shaving. Sometimes to make sure my fly isn't down before an important meeting. But I took some time out today to actually look in the mirror today. I realized that I officially have some gray hairs.
I thought it would trigger some kind of internal thought process on pondering my mortality, or a bit of the jitters, or some kind of weird physiological response. Instead, I think it's kind of cool.
I've had jet black hair for my entire life. I remember phases in Junior High when everyone was feeling a little rebellious and decided to color our hair with kool-aid and hot water. (No kidding) So while all the light-haired kids were getting streaks of red and blue and green... I just got to stay with black.
It's a bit of a change. I have 1 wild gray hair up front, and the sides are starting to get a bit lighter in some of the tips. I think it might look pretty cool but the time things change. At the very least, I'll have people stop bugging me at work about being so young. Being perceived as "young" in the workplace usually goes hand-in-hand with inexperience. And I'm not inexperienced. I have a lot of different jobs and responsibilities under my belt. (And in a lot of different fields too!)
No "growing old" complex for me. I'm going to take the dignified route and not plan on dying the rogue strands. Let's just see how far this thing goes...
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