Crossing A Line

I'm not sure what happened between 7 months and 10 months. I've been so very busy at work, taking on some extra responsibilities, that I haven't had time to update the blog. But somehow in this interim period I crossed a threshold -- I don't hate my hair anymore.

Yes, I am still impatient to be done with this transition and be all one color. And I think I am only about 1/2 way there, as I imagine it will be long enough to cut off the ends and still have a comfortable length in another 10 months. July maybe? August?

But it's funny, I actually get compliments on my hair now -- people think I do this on purpose! The cashier in the cafeteria, a clerk in the division office -- "Wow, I really like your hair." I tell them they are very kind, but I didn't do this on purpose, I am actually growing out my gray hair. "People pay for that look". Oh, but not I -- I am so conservative with my hair I would never pay for this look. But it's what I have -- and so for this brief time I am trying to appreciate and enjoy it.

And for the most part, it's easier now. Not easy, but easier. At breakfast the other day my husband said, "Watching your hair grow out is like watching grass grow" -- not exactly the most romantic of sentiments. And frankly, grass seems to grow a lot faster.

But I am less discouraged. And I am hoping the worst of the transition is over. We shall see.