Liking my white hair
Dear loved ones,
It is a rainy cool day here in Toronto and I am not minding it as we have had some warm sunny days lately and I was able to spend some time suntanning on my balcony in a bikini. I would rather have been nude but wasn’t possible this time as family were at home.
My hair is driving me crazy. I want to go to a salon where I can go in looking like a hag and come out looking like a …. Don’t know what to say here. At least I come out feeling better and looking better. I like my hair short and tousled with blond streaks, and now it has grown long enough to wear a ponytail. Also, there is a lot more white hair. Where did that come from? It is pure white around my face. Actually, I think I like it. Maybe I should dye all my hair white. What do you think?
Last night after I got home from work, I did an assessment of my hair in the bathroom mirror and I had my scissors in my hands ready to start chopping. I was looking for the clippers too and got the crazy thought of shaving one side of my head. I am glad now that I took a pause to rethink such drastic action.
Really, I am just blabbing away and probably boring you a little with this unimportant stuff. Who cares, right, about my hair? It is just a distraction for me to fuss about this. Something else is on my mind and I am not liking myself very much at the moment. I wanted to make myself look ugly as it would match how I feel.
My relationship with Mr. Perfect is going along smoothly and we get along well together and enjoy each other’s company. He is perfect. Yet, he is not divine masculine. I am contemplating ruining such a solid and lovely connection by having a sexual rendezvous with DM. The plans are almost in place for our liaison. My intuition is telling me that after our meeting, he will still be in my life from the sidelines only, weighing in from time to time.
This is a test of my character. Am I just a sensual being looking for more and more kinky experiences, or am I true and loyal and faithful and loving? Actually, I think I am both.
Well, you know I am just going to go with the flow and stop over analyzing everything. I have not made a commitment to anyone and can do as I please. There is no ring on my finger. No vows were spoken and signed to. Single, technically a widow. Still, I do not want to hurt Mr. Perfect and he has been nothing but kindness to me.
Thank you for reading my post today about white hair. And just for fun here is a youtube video of Beyoncé doing her lovely thing. I love you. Summerhill Lane xoxo