Last week was my 39th birthday and like many people who are approaching the big 4-0, I’ve been thinking about aging lately. I like how I’m aging on the inside, but I’d love to get to the point of completely accepting what aging means on the outside.
I admit it. I pluck my gray hairs. And now that they are appearing more often and in higher quantity, I know my plucking days should be done. But I will not dye my hair to cover the gray. Mainstream hair dyes have way too many nasty and dangerous chemicals for this green girl, and even though I could find a safer alternative at Whole Foods, this is where I draw the line. No hair dye. All natural I choose to be. But ack! The time has come! Pretty soon my gray hair will be on display for the world to see (and judge). The thought of entering that new territory scares me. And being ‘scared’ by the thought of showing my gray hair has me upset. Once I get past my insecurity, I find my courage. That’s when I say,
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