Four Months of Growth

Well, growing out my gray isn’t the most exciting thing I’ve done, I can tell you that, though it certainly causes a lot of angst for being such a non-essential life issue. I’m still divided. I love how healthy my new hair is, and sometimes I really like the white look (not under a florescent light, though). I don’t love how salt and peppery-ish the hair towards the back is. I also don’t like how crazy gray hair can get, single strands sticking out like unicorn horns. But that’s not the end of the world, so I don’t fret too much about it. I continue to look at other people’s gray hair pictures, before and afters, that sort of thing. Sometimes it helps.

Sometimes it doesn’t.

So yeah, this is kind of a downer post. Four months of growth, and not much to say other than what I’ve already said. I like it, then I don’t like it. I want to keep going, then I want to quit. Sometimes I wish I’d never started down this road. But I’ve come this far, so I’m going to let it play out. (I make it sound like Frodo’s journey to Mordor, fraught with peril and critical elves. It’s not.)

I’ve yet to have anyone say anything critical, but I’m ready if they do. I’d respond with something like… “Do I know you? Because you’re talking to me like your input means something to me.” That’s for my pissy days, and since I’m in peri-menopause, there could be quite a few of those. Or, “I have a serious illness, so I can’t dye my hair right now. It interferes with treatment.” Watch the backpedaling begin. If I’m in a good mood, I will sing the ‘going gray’ praises. “I just feel so free, since I don’t have to care anymore about my roots showing. And I feel more healthy now because I’m not putting chemicals on my head every month. My hair is so much stronger now, and there are days when I feel quite regal with my white locks flowing outward like wings.”

So I guess I’m not entirely down about the process. Maybe it’s because it’s April and it keeps snowing. We’ll see how I feel next month, when it had better be snow-free…at least on the ground. Because at five months (almost half a year!) my hair should be snowier than ever!

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