I’m going to be 30 in a just over a month. I have really been looking forward to it. It gives me a sense of “having arrived” to be 30. I will be an adult for sure. Doing all those grown up things like buying a home, having kids, cooking for guests and that kind of thing.
Yesterday morning I was putting up my hair to go out shopping. I picked up a mirror to look at the back of my head. And then I saw it. Many grey hairs. I have seen one at the front a few weeks ago and I just laughed it off. Everyone gets them. It does not mean you are old, just happens. However, when I saw the many long greys in my black hair I was sad. I was depressed and I was disappointed. I am already old. I am already going to look old.
There is no hiding grey in black hair. Colouring my hair is not an option. I have weird allergies and it seems unnatural to colour my hair. I’m a great believer in leaving everything in its natural state.
I did not realize that I would feel this way about grey in my hair. Maybe because it has happened sooner than I expected. My Mom only started to show grey in her late forties, and only started coloring in her fifties. I guess I did not get those genes. My older sister has her glorious black untouched still.
I know it is only grey hair. Everyone has them, but when one sees your own for the first time. When you realise that these are for real, it is a depressing thought.