I used to be a city girl. Not anymore. We now live forty-minutes away from the metropolis I used to call home. Believe it or not, I'd rather live up north by the lake. I used to be a fashionista. These days, I prefer wearing a pair of jeans, and a hoodie. I don't even apply make-up as much as I used to. To me, less is more. Wow! So much has changed in ten years.
And lately, I've noticed the grey in my hair.
Lots of it.
You see, my hair is jet black.
One or two strands of grey hair easily stands out. Sigh.
But, you know what? People say I look young. I find that hard to believe. My mom's friend thought I was in high school. I laughed when she told me. I may be older, married with two kids but I still feel like I'm sixteen.
So, instead of buying another box of hair colour, I'm letting the grey grow in for a change. Why? Because grey matters. I like the distinction it gives me. It doesn't bother me anymore when I'm called ma'am, Mrs. O, or J.P's mother. You see, I just don't want to be the young, insecure mother I used to be.
I like where I'm at right now. I'm comfortable just being me.