Sail on, silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind you.
(Hear the song Bridge Over Troubled Waters. Lyrics by Paul Simon)
Last night, looking in the mirror in a brightly-lit movie theater restroom, the top of my head shined brightly. I grabbed a thick chunk of hair and held it straight up over my head so my friend Gwenn could see the stark delineation between gray and light brown.
| Demarcation at 3-1/2 Months. February 2018 |
We are so used to controlling things, (I am so used to trying to control things!) and immediacy and instant gratification. How often do we want to skip the process or the journey and just reach the goal? The time it will take to transition to my natural silver offers me time to get used to it, time for reflection and contemplation, time to be excited, time to be impatient, time to be eager, self-doubting, relieved.
The demarcation in my hair between the old colored hair and the fresh new silver coming in is symbolic to me. There is a dividing line between what has been and what is to be. Look at the synonyms of that word above: distinction, differentiation, boundary, frontier.
More than anything, this process and the arrival of the new/old silver hair feels freeing, emboldening and hopeful to me. And frankly, I like knowing that I am about to really stand out. One thing I'm learning with so many of us covering gray hair between ages 50-70 is that while we may look younger – at least in someone’s peripheral vision – but at worst we fade into the background as just another middle-aged woman with a dyed head of hair; not unique, not special, not distinctive. Or perhaps that is how I felt. I am only 3-1/2 months into this project and much more than I expected I feel like this step to show my true color (my true colors) is giving me an internal boost.
The new frontier feels thrilling and empowering and I am up for both the journey and whatever lies ahead.

