I’m not as smart as I was. It takes me more time to puzzle things out. I choose light reading more often.
My hair will never look as good as it did. It’s a rough, grey business that goes its own way.
I don’t foresee running 35 miles a week like I used to.
I’ve shrank. I still say I’m six feet tall, out of habit, convenience and a little bit of denial. If you were to measure me this minute, I’m only 5 foot 11 and a half.
I’m dumber, uglier, slower and shorter. Yet I’ve never been happier.
I see the small moments of my day. A crazy squirrel. Newly planted flowers. The face of a freshman student walking on campus. A coworker who is generous with her grapes. Cold water on a warm day.
I appreciate the physical abilities I have. Walking. Breathing without pain. Moving. Climbing stairs. Grooming the pony.
I love the people in my life with a lack of inhibition about how I feel. My beloved people mean everything. I shower them with ridiculous crochet gifts. Time to sit together, to eat, to laugh, to argue, to sing. Nothing matters more.
I pray often. Not quite the constantly I strive for, but more than ever before. It brings peace. Calmness. It replaces my own self-generated internal chatter.
I look out, not at myself much anymore. In fact, I sometimes forget to check my hair before I leave the house. I surprise myself when I arrive at a mirror.
What is that independent mess of grey on my head!?
Could it be the beginning of wisdom?
6 thoughts on “Is grey the color of happiness?”
Yes! I love this!
Lovely! I pray as well.
Amen, amen and amen. You are right on all counts. Thanks for the reminder!
Oh how wonderful…i find that we are getting wiser and hair and make up matter less. Love glue!
The “…rough gray business that goes it’s own way”, is a great way to describe mine! I kind of enjoyed the Snead O’Conner look I took on with chemo, and I was glad it grew out, but it wasn’t my hair! I loved the silver in front, but that Brillopad look in back had to be fixed! So I keep it short now and play around with coloring it myself. What have I got to lose? I’m not afraid of going bald! Today I tried a new color. I wanted to go lighter about
and now…well, now you can just call me The Big Swede! I’m really liking your blog!
Thank you so much, Carmen! Blessings on your new year and good luck with your writing. ❤