I glanced up from washing my hands.
Paused.
Blinked.
Looked again.
Looked closer.
Blinked again.
And there it was.
A closer look revealed not just one, but several.
Some I probably couldn’t see, because the bathroom lighting is so poor.
My heart sank, my confidence deflated as I physically felt my youth fade away.
So much new growth.
Yet all of it gray.
Long gone is the strawberry blonde hair of my childhood.
My box-dye and Sally’s DIY days are behind me.
I leave it to my stylist now, but we were in quarantine, and she was closed.
And so I was left with a decision:
Leave them or pull them.
It’s such a first world problem. I know.
But I’m too young for gray hair.
And my self-esteem took a big hit.
I toyed with what to do for a few days.
I finally decided to leave them be.
I mean, we were staying home.
Plus, my word for the year is “no.”
I need to be able to say it to myself for any reason.
If this quarantine has taught me anything, it’s to keep my priorities in check.
After all, gray hair isn’t the end of the world.
It’s just sprinkles of wisdom.
Diary of a Girl from Nowhere 