Up until a few years ago, I thought I knew.
I’ve always considered myself as active and progressive but doing the grey hair thing doesn’t seem to fit the image, rather, she’s getting on a bit, and going grey too. But I knew growing into my new self, things had to change.
I suddenly found myself in unchartered waters.
So, I stopped colouring my hair and I’ve grown accustomed to the silver threads weaving their way down through my tresses, unapologetically.
I accept Mother Nature will age me along with everybody else and deal me the experiences to grow and change, regardless how I might feel about it. Right.