For the Love of White Hair

Today I am owning my white hairs. 

I sat in my hairdresser’s chair as he cut my hair and we chatted about everything and nothing. You know how it goes when you are in your therapist’s - oh I mean - hairdresser’s chair.

“Do you want to add color today?”, he asked.

“Color, no. I like my natural color.”, I jarred back a little snobbish like.

“Oh well you have lots of white shining up here, I thought you’d want to cover it up a bit.”

“WHITE HAIR! What, no I don’t. My strawberry blonde is still golden.”

“And sprinkled with white now babe."
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Yep… my deep red hairs that once deepened my blonde and gave it character now where turning white and providing “Natural highlights”.

That’s the goal right?  Enjoy each year, age gracefully, stay on this side of the dirt bed.

Accept the whites, the grays and the wrinkles? Today’s my birthday. My 52nd. I am grateful. Our gray and white hairs are trophies. Awards for a life longer lived.

As I look in the mirror now I am so grateful for ALL of my life.

Living is a blessing.

Do you ever picture what you will look like, be like when you are in your 90’s? I do. I am looking forward to meeting that version of me. I think she will be super cool. 

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May you find grace and even more love for yourself as you grow and deepen your relationship with life.

I send you love on my birthday.

Thank you for being part of my world.

I celebrate you.  🎉🎂💃

Love you.

Tina Marie St.Cyr