I haven't dyed my hair in awhile. Today I glanced in the mirror and saw more grey on my head than I ever have before. Usually they come in on the sides, where the baby hair is, but today I saw them in my part down the middle of my head. Perhaps it gives one character... I don't know about that. I'm seeing my youth slip away and it's difficult when I feel so immature, like I've seen and done nothing (especially talking to Charlie at work at times... the dude's seen and done it all and has friends all over the world).
Still wondering what actually brings them on... stress, I'm sure. Although grandma was white-headed since 16 (but due to Scarlett Fever)... and I'm really not that old, am I? I'll go back to stress. That's why bleeding and other health issues occur. Sigh. I'm falling apart when I was never really put together in the first place.
Daniel found my first grey hair. We were in bed and he plucked it from the front of my head. I was 26 and teaching my first year at PHE. Needless to say, I have many more now. I would give anything... everything... whatever... just to go back to that one day.
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