Going Grey

It started with a strand or two, and those strands bothered me tremendously.
Then, after the ankle injury, this pretty streak ran it’s way down the side, blending with my hair to create natural highlights. It made me happy. It made me feel mature. And then one day. It made me feel old.
Maybe it was that the streak turned into something more. I don’t know. I just know one day I loved it and the next, I despised it. No transition time. Just love. Hate!
So it’s brown now. When it’s fixed, I’ll post a picture.
I’m all for mature. But not when it makes me feel old!

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