Silver Lining

Well, I looked in the mirror tonight to see noticeably less brown color than a few years ago. Several people over the last few months have pointed out my grey hairs, and I've shrugged it off 'cause I'm OK with it. I believe in aging gracefully. But tonight, for the heck of it--curiosity's sake--I decided to strategically remove a few white hairs from their little gathering place, like a little geriatric shindig of rebel greys. And as I went to work, I smiled at the bright side of losing youth:

1) God was kind enough to make white hairs grow at least 33% faster than regular hairs, which makes them decidedly easier to pull. That was thoughtful of him.

2) As I leaned in towards the mirror under the vanity lights, I was surprised to find that these hairs were easy to find not because they were thick and clumsy like the wiry white hairs I've occasionally pulled before but because they flashed their satin, silvery shimmer from among the dark brown, and I thought, "I may have some dang sexy grey hair one day."

I left the rest of them in place and called it a night.