When I Look in the Mirror…
I’m trying something new this week. In an attempt to start posting more here (I’ve been focusing on writing for The Thoughtful Christian Blog, sometimes at the expense of my personal blog), I’m participating in “Five Minute Friday” – a blog project started by The Gypsy Mama.
Each Friday she shares a prompt, and folks who dare will write with reckless abandon (no concern for editing and other such restrictions) for five minutes. Only five. Sort of the blogging version of those inkblot tests: here’s a thought, and GO!
When I look in the mirror, I see…
When I look in the mirror, I see white hair. A year ago there was one, but lately more and more of them keep cropping up. When my hair is down, you can’t really see them, but when it is back in a ponytail (and, more often than not, it is) there they are, poking up through the less unruly “normal” tresses.
I like to laugh about it, to say that I don’t mind them. But that must be a lie. I know it’s not true because they are the first thing I see each morning as I peer into the mirror.
I’m not sure why they bother me so much. Is it fear of aging? I don’t think so. I mean, most days I don’t feel old at all. Perhaps that’s the issue – that I associate white hair with advanced age, and I’m not there yet! But, my grandmother’s hair went stark white at an early age (in her thirties, which is where I’m at), and I’ve always loved her shining silver-white mane.
I wonder if she felt this way back when those first snowy sprouts emerged…