ah….gray is a state of mind. I like gray, but not on me, and I’m 75 and 1/2.
I decided that I’d never been able to play, and I had a haircut lady who was willing to play, too. I had pink, and green, blue and purple, and one beautiful rainbow color, in the last 10 years.
now I’m whatever my hair person wants to do.
I recognize myself in the mirror, with wrinkles, and god forbid, I’m looking more like my father.
you’ll see yourself how you want to.
the nice thing about being older is that I can do what I want and get by with it. probably because I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
enjoy your life and whatever you see in the mirror.
learn to love it.