The other day one of my godchildren asked me if my head hurt because my hair was gray.
I assured him it didn’t hurt. Have to admit though, that question made me rub my head.
When did I get old?
I’ve never feared aging. I just don’t want to BE OLD.
Today I went to the wedding of some dear pals of mine. He’s in his late 80’s. As a southerner, it’s not appropriate for me to state her age <grin>. The DJ played George Jones’ classic ” I don’t need your rockin’ chair” as they walked down the aisle. It was WONDERFUL.
I get why people want to color gray hair and fix wrinkles. I’m also OK with mine. I just wonder about that whole OLD gig.
So I’m in search of a new label. If you have gray that adds new texture to you hair, wrinkles that remind you of laughing til your stomach hurt, scars that nudge you to choose more wisely, body parts that aren’t where they used to be, memories of when Clapton was in several bands before going solo – and plan to stay that way – what shall we call ourselves instead of OLD?