Going with the gray

After a year of trying to fight the gray, I’ve decided to go with it.
I’m talking about my gray hair. I decided at 33 and 34 years old, it was too soon to have gray hair, but the other day as I went to pluck my pesky line of gray hairs that are near the front of my hairline, I decided to leave them.
I’ve decided to embrace my gray hair and let them grace my head. They are a part of my character and if I continue to pluck them I’ll eventually be bald anyway. At first I thought I could color my hair, but as I look at my natural hair color with its luster and sheen I don’t want to do that either. I’ve worked hard to grow my hair out in its natural state after years upon years of coloring.
So, after I don’t know how many years, what you see is what you get. I’m embracing the gray, which also, in a sense, means I’m embracing the future and even the past that gave me those gray hairs.

Cheers!

B.