In a box of Crayola crayons I’ve only seen one shade of Grey.
As for my aging body, there may be fifty shades and stages of grey. Do you
remember those connect the dot puzzles from childhood? You move your pencil
from one numbered dot to the next, until you reveal a picture.
In my case, you would start at the edge of my hairline, zig
down to my eyebrow, zag over to my chin hair, then zip to my toes. The hairs
sprout up around the body like a flower in bloom (maybe not as lovely). Is this
considered the onset of aging? Maybe. If you’re feeling frustrated about the
aging process, change your perspective; handle it with humor.
As I attempt to age gracefully, I know I have options, I can
poke fun at my wild chin hairs, or my menopausal mid-section. I used to call my
bulging belly a muffin top, but it has flourished into a bundt cake.
Have you ever heard the saying, “life is 10% what happens to
you and 90% how you react to it?” Well, there are things worse than aging with
a few grew hairs. Even if you have fifty shades of grey, you can still be
fabulous.
What makes you feel fabulous? Do something that you don’t
normally do. My bold statement was the day I decided to purchase red eyeglasses.
I wanted something different, but didn’t know exactly what I was looking for. I
tried on frames that were octagon shaped, oval, and oversized. Nothing tickled
my fancy until the red frames landed on my face.
The red and grey seem to work okay together. Accessorizing
always adds a nice flair to whatever you wear. When you put things in
perspective, a little grey is better than the random aches and pains that come
and go. And if the grey is really bothersome, there are plenty of hair dye
products on the market.
Aging can be a horror movie, an action film, or a situational
comedy. You decide. Change your fifty shades of grey (hair), into fifty shades
of gratitude.
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