What happened to me
At Church, I was having great conversation with a male friend, who is a real looker (the George Clooney clone of Regina, SK). I really liked his attitude toward aging! I expressed that his hair colour has dramatically gone "salty," and that he looked quite distinguished. He replied, "I not going grey, this is called Arctic Blonde!" Well, we both had a laugh at his aging analogy!
What I learned
I sometimes wonder why we, as women in mid-life, are concerned about going grey. Personally, I have always (since the age of 20 when I first noticed a grey hair) plucked out those wirey, short and dreadful rascals. I have lately been colouring my locks a fun mahogany-red with caramel chunks that frame my face.
What I wish I'd known then
I wish I could take to heart what men and women think about aging men. It is a distinguished look that only enhances my view of his track record! He must be wise, rich and happy with his accomplishments in life, Right? I hope what my friend taught me recently drops from head-knowledge to heart-warming fact! It is the real me that matters now at this age, not what I can physically disguise my age with! But, I will still colour my hair for now, because it makes me feel fun!
