Today I hit two milestones: I reached 55K words for my work in progress (Any Other Love), and I yanked out my first gray hair.
I’m not proud to admit that I cried. My thick, very dark, 3B curls are my favorite feature. My hair has been relatively unscathed by my UCTD (aside from some thinning along my temples); with Plaquenil, it’s grown back in just as thick as it used to be. So yeah, I’m a little vain about my hair.
I did some whining and pouting, endured some of Mike’s jokes, then went to do the dishes.
“Hey,” he called. “Do you have any ink?”
“I’m serious. I need to print a label.”
I’m going gray, but life goes on.
In an ironic twist, I was just talking about gray hairs last weekend with my Nana. She was saying how hers grow in a reddish blonde gray and we got to talking about dye. I said I’ve always planned on dying my hair a fun color when it goes gray, because for the first time in my life I won’t have to bleach it to death to get it to take the color.
I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t immediately start researching what happens when curly hair goes gray. Sometimes its curl type changes, but it almost always gets more coarse. So I’ll really have to baby it and moisturize it.
I may be going gray, but at least I wrote 5,000 words today.