I have been doing odd jobs that anyone asks me to do these days in order to make ends meet. I’ve baby-sat, mowed lawns, dog- sat, cat- sat, house- sat, tutored and sent someone their mail on a weekly basis. I have been VERY busy since I have also been working at the bank, or hell as I like to call it. Anywho, I was “teenage- sitting” a 13 year old who is so much fun to hang out with when I was cleaning up dinner. She said,”Amanda, wait a sec, let me look at the top of your head.” I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “okay” and she proceeded to pluck ……….. A GREY HAIR! I stared at it for a moment. I put it next to a black shirt. I studied it in the light, I even put it in a plastic baggie in order to bring it home to show Wil but there was no denying it, I had a grey hair.
Although this discovery came as a shock, it does give me hope. A large percentage of us will have grey hair or even worse, no hair at all. My aunts and uncles have the most beautiful silver hair. Maybe I too, will have silver hair that I can wear in a cute little bob with my aquamarine shirts. Even though hope is there, I am not ready for grey. I know this 30 something year old who a child and overnight went grey.
All this leaves me to question why we are scared of grey hair. Does it symbolize the beginning of the end or that our lives are so stressful that our body must release through wiry strands? Will I be going to the store in the next few months to buy a package of “Sunflower” Loreal Hair dye? I blame it all on the bank. If there’s anything you’d like to blame on the bank, it is perfectly fine by me.
In honor of my grey hair:





