Going Gray

11 July, 2019

A few days ago, a friend commented Man, your hair’s really going gray. My response? You only just noticed?

My hair has been changing colour since my mid-20s. And, no, I don’t mean natural highlights.

Early gray runs in my family. Both sides, strangely enough. But I don’t feel the urge or need to grab a bottle of whatever to set my curls back to their original brown. I’m not, and never have, been that vain. Going gray doesn’t bother me. In fact, my hair’s going beyond gray. It’s going white.

Hitting all those supposed major age epochs in my life — 21, 30, and 40 — never really bothered me. Reaching 50 a couple of years ago didn’t bother me, either.

Friends and family have tried to transfer their anxieties over growing older to me, but I really don’t care. There’s nothing I can do to stop what’s happening. Time neither waits nor slows for anyone.

All I can do is live and enjoy my life. All I can do is try to shape my life so I can be as healthy and comfortable and happy as I can.

That’s all any of us can do.

Scott Nesbitt