A few months ago I decided to let my hair go natural; natural being gray. I started by getting a short cut. Then each weekend for several months I set up my personal salon on the back deck, complete with scissors, comb and mirror. I would strategically snipped off the remaining brown ends until all that remained was my natural color.
Yesterday, on my 53rd birthday two women came into my store. Both appeared to be in their late 70’s early 80’s, and both with very colored treated hair. I made my way over to greet them. “Good morning,” I said.
“I love your hair,” one said. I couldn’t help but smile as I was the one standing there with graying hair and she was bleach-blond.
“Thanks,” I said, “I decided to let it go before Christmas. I really like it.”
“I’m getting ready to do that,” she said. I laughed.
“Yes,” her friend chimed in, “But you have to have a face for that.” Again I laughed.
“I’m not sure about that,” I assured.
“No,” she continued, “You do. Not everyone can pull that off.”
“I’m going to do it,” the first said with great confidence.
The two friends made their way around the store and as they headed toward the door I heard a faint, “I’m going home to cut my hair.”
As they made their way through the front doors I couldn’t help but think, I wonder what I’ll be getting ready to do when I’m 80?