Just Peachy

There's a quote from one of my all-time favorite Christmas movies that really speaks to me as I have started this gray hair journey (extra points if you can name the movie!) “What’s more vulnerable than a peach?” Um … maybe a woman who has decided to go gray? I mean, seriously. Vulnerable is such a good word for this journey. Vulnerable because my true color is being revealed. Literally. Vulnerable because I’m uncertain but yet certain this is what I want to do. Or not. Vulnerable because of my own insecurities. You see I like it when I'm told that I don't look old enough to have children who are married, let alone old enough to be a "Mimi". Will that all change? And does it really matter?  Life would be so much easier if I was a peach.

 Ever since forever,  products for women have been geared towards making us look younger, feel younger, act younger. Don't get me wrong ... there's nothing wrong with looking, feeling, and acting young. But do we have to cover up the grays and eliminate the wrinkles in order to achieve this feeling? I'm not convinced one way or the other. But just when I'm certain that I'm going to really rock this new look, I see others who have already taken this journey and sometimes the only rocking I see is from a chair. Or a walker. Vulnerable. (Can I just be a peach already?)

I’m beginning to realize that this experience is more than just a journey of hair color and to  be honest, I'm not 100% convinced I'm ready to tackle this journey. Ready or not, however, that train has already left the station and I've decided to embrace this new adventure with excitement. It's a new chapter in a somewhat "older" book and I can't wait to read what's in store for this somewhat "older" me.  But for now, I think I will slice up a bowl of peaches and watch a Christmas movie. Stay tuned.

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