When I began my TTWD journey I decided I wanted an outward change, something I could see so that I knew it was real. I went from a curly perm to more natural, straight hair. I've felt that way again as I headed closer to retirement and to fulfilling the role of full time writer, my enjoyable – although not exactly lucrative – third career.
So as I’ve mentioned here before, I took a deep breath and stopped coloring my hair. First I just had her lighten the brown each time I went I didn’t want to look something like this.
I wasn’t wild about this period – it looked blondish yellow but now the yellow’s all gone and I’m completely me. My color – nothing artificial and for me, I love it.
Two of my SIL, about my age, tell me they would never do that because they don’t want to look old. They are also the ones who were bitchy about LJ’s marriage and still think of him as the black sheep of the family, so who gives a flying f… what they think.
I think what I like the most is the feeling of freedom to do what I want to do. I wanted to let it go natural and I did. I may decide tomorrow that I’d rather have it brown or red and if so, I’ll dye it again. I’ll probably get a purple streak in it – quite possibly before I go back to school this year. And if I decide to shave my head I’ll do it! Well, not really sure about that one because I have a feeling Nick would spank my ass every day until it grew back and he wouldn’t be kidding! But you get the idea.
Many of us, definitely me included, complain about getting older. There are aspects of the process that don’t thrill me, various aches and pains, a sag here and a budge there, not everything works exactly as it used to. But I am becoming a fan of other aspects of growing older – acceptance of who I am, the courage to say what I think, the security of a marriage that’s lasted for decades and the firm belief that Nick will be at my side for life and to have lived long enough to be able to bask in the love and respect of my grown children.
Acceptance, courage, security, love and respect – what more could I ask for at any age?