Just a thought

Call me crazy, but finding a single strand of white hair on my head today was really cool. I remember finding what I was pretty sure was the same thing (in relatively the same spot) last year, just before the wedding. I plucked it then to compare it to a white sheet of paper, and it was indeed white from what I could tell. I plucked this one to get a better look as well, and it's definitely white. (now I'm wishing I hadn't, and that it was back in my head) I'm thinking this one came from the same spot as last time, and will continue to come in white from now on. How strange, though, to only have one...

This makes me wonder, too, how my hair will age. If it will come in spurts of white, and eventually be all white..? I'm not one of these women who have bought into the idea that white and gray needs to be covered. In fact, I look forward to getting it. I think it's a sort of right of passage, a sort of walking into the next phase of your life. It symbolizes years of wisdom and grace, stories to be told and a history to share. Why are we so ashamed of that, as women? Seems silly to me.