Well, it went and happened. I expected it a little. For a while now I have been noticing that it’s happening. My hair grows out lighter than it was before. At first, I thought that perhaps it just shows up lighter because of the darker shade I’m wearing it now. I was a natural blonde too. So it could’ve been that. But it’s not. I investigated. I got my cousins and hairdresser Bec to investigate. It’s true. I have numerous grey hairs. It looks like, I’m going grey.
I’m not even thirty.
The only thing that made me feel a little bit better about that was that Bec has greys too. And she’s two and half years younger than I am. I just realised I didn’t ask her if I could tell you guys that. Whoops. Hopefully, it’s ok. She seemed pretty casual about it. A lot of people aren’t. I thought I would be but I kind of wasn’t. It made my stomach flip. Like oh my goodness, it IS true, I AM getting older.
Holy cow.
I’ve always, always said that I refuse to whine or complain about getting older. I’ve seen way too many people taken before their time, way too young most of them, to EVER complain about being alive long enough to have wrinkles, grey hair or be considered oooooold. I still feel this way. 100 and 50 billion per cent. I was not going to allow a few {actually a heap} of grey hairs change that.
But wow, did it push some of my buttons. I couldn’t have grey hair, I don’t even have kids yet! I can’t have grey hair I haven’t been to Italy yet! I can’t have grey hair because grey hair is for old people I can’t be old yet? Not yet. Not me. That was the general theme of things. The but wait, I haven’t of it is what struck me. Sure some of those things I have no real control over {lesson learnt universe, lesson learnt} but some I do.
So maybe those grey hairs are going to kick me into action. Again. Re-kick me into action. It’s a reminder that time keeps on moving and if I keep waiting then sooner or later my time will be up. Whether I have grey hair or not. And sometimes these things are sent to us to remind us. That and apparently going grey young is from my mother’s side. But you know, that’s less motivational, right? But really. It’s time, right. Action. Kicked. Etc.
Nothing like a grey hair revelation!
Am I the only one that thinks it’s a little ridiculous that ‘My Hair’ has its own category on this blog? I’m not? Good.
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I’m heaps grey. Grey is the new blonde…
HA! Love it.
I started going grey around, hmm, 23ish? My parents like to tell me how I was born with silver grey hair, but it later turned blonde. Luckily, it’s a grey that kind of blends in with my natural hair, so when it grows out, it looks not so noticeable. Welcome to the grey club!
That’s a bit cool though! Certainly makes it easier to wear the bright colours you do, not having to do as much bleaching etc. Thanks! Glad to be here. You know, NOW. Ha.
Haha. It’s been so many colours it’s hard to keep track of without a category. 😉
And now that you mention it, I DO feel more distinguished..! Woot.
The first time I found a grey hair I couldn’t get over how course it felt! Almost like a pube! Plucking them out has almost become a full time job and I have to force myself to walk away from the mirror before I’m left with bald patches!! 🙁
Ha. This whole comment. OMG. Love. 🙂
Ah yes, I remember when I discovered my first greys at 24 – actually my (ex) boyfriend very kindly pointed them out for me. But now my husband loves them – he says they’re distinguished. Distinguished or not, I dye my hair like no one’s business and pluck the big stringy ones at the top of my head too!
Love “he says they’re distinguished. Distinguished or not, I dye my hair like no one’s business…” I just literally laughed out loud. HA.
I remember when I discovered my first grey hair at 25 I flipped called my mum blamed her (she went grey young) and she chuckled herself silly at me. Seriously I said mum this can’t be happening I’m hip and happening I party every weekend (mind you every week day back then nearly too). Her reply, oh well it happens get used to it. Now at 34 I have heaps and I mean heaps of grey hair. I don’t care about getting older for the main part I think I get better with age, but man do the grey hairs bug me.
But you’re right it is a bit of reminder that despite how old you may feel, time is fleeting, so get on with it already and whatever it is you want to do.
I was teasing Mum today. She oh so kindly pointed out that I could be bald like my Dad’s side. Fair call, mother, fair call! I’ll take the grey over bald any day, much MUCH easier to manage.