It’s been only a week since I faced the inevitable ugly truth inside the fitting room of H&M. I am getting old! There were three mirrors which made it easier for me to see the back of my head. In other words, I had to face the bitterness of being an immortal ;p It was like getting a strong punch in the face. An intellectual punch, for sure! Either way, I was caught woefully unprepared to accept the challenge of my white hair! Was I not ready for this ? What was I thinking? That I would never get old and always look 25? I was well aware of the fact many more would pop out but not that quickly! I am a 29-year-old woman who has not reached her dreams and goals yet and I have no idea where my life is leading me right now and yes, my dearest readers I do have white hair and a few fine lines too. Okay, I am officially getting old. 😔
Do I have an early mid-life crisis going on? What kind of a summer bummer is this ?
It’s been a week with no sleep at all. What am I doing ? Am I so late for things ? But what things ? Do I wanna get married ? From what I know, nope. Kids? Ummm no! Career ? Yessssss! Passion ? Yesssss!
I had no idea that white hair could cause a mini trauma that would last for a week when I first witnessed and involuntarily embrace their entity. Then, I decided to do something that I always do when I feel emotionally exhausted. I googled and googled until I found just what I needed at the time. In case you want to have a look, I would like to share this amazing article with you. “Old Woman, Wise Woman, Powerful Woman: The Beauty of Aging, by Julie Daley“
Two very depressive hours later, I was done with blaming my white hair on my family genetics. I deduced that I had to move on! After all, as some people say “Aging is just a phase and one can actually find a way to like it. ” To be honest, I had to spend another two hours to actually enjoy it. Then, my tricky mind gave the good news, ” Hey! You know you can dye your hair, there is always a solution for a problem young lady!”.
Wisdom! Yes! That could console me for a very, very long time. Now, when I look back at my past decisions related to every aspect of my life and how immaturely I made those decisions, sigh*, I am a wiser woman than I was yesterday. There are still things that I am not a hundred percent sure about but I do know myself better. I know in which fields I am talented and I know what I look for in people that I can actually welcome into my life gladly. My power comes from my wisdom. Yes!
Thanks for stopping by white hair, you’ve made my week! However, I think it would be so much more fun if we could take things slow between us 😉
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