I had a lot on my mind this past weekend, and I’m sure my looming birthday might have factored into that just a little. Some of those thoughts are still percolating a bit inside my head, and I really didn’t think I was going to post anything here today. But then I saw this collage my mom put together on Instagram late last night, and it really made me smile so I thought I’d share it with you. It’s a good representation of the seventies, eighties, nineties and just barely into 2000. It’s also a good representation of hair through the decades.
The pictures don’t show the last fifteen years, but I’m telling myself this morning that I’m more the same than different from these past photos. My hair is longer now, and has a lot more silver (that I hide still). It’s just as thick and unruly as it’s always been, but it’s not going anywhere. And I still have those cheeks, of course. They aren’t going anywhere either.
If this is forty, I’ll take it. If this is over the hill, then so be it. Hey – I can sprint to the top of that hill, and I’m still smiling.