Short post today. There is NOTHING that I can bring to the drama box this morning aside from the fact that I found a beautiful silver white strand of hair yesterday on my keyboard that was eleven and a quarter inches long. How long that has been growing is kind of scary.
All kidding aside, I like the silver hair that’s been showing up lately. Life is a series of changes, (obviously) but until recently, the physical changes have all been pretty good, positive things like bumps and curves, such as they are. (laugh) Lately, though, they are somewhat distressing and require the instigation of long-term maintenance and/or replacement parts. (I’m sooooo not complaining, hang with me until I get to the point.) Silvery gray hair is the first change in a long while that doesn’t make me ache or need fixing, and I welcome it with a wry smile and a desire to celebrate it–a physical sign that I’m still changing, growing, becoming. Now, the wrinkles on the other hand . . .