Mini Brain Dumps

Illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the sunroof of my car, a grey hair twisted and curled away from my head. To some, it might have prompted a wince, a quick pluck, and an attempt to ignore it. But not me.

I brought down my sun visor, exposing my face to the mirror, and combed through my hair, searching for the small intruder among the dark strands. When I found it, I gently grasped it between my fingers and brought my face closer to the mirror. And I smiled.

For a long time, my life was a dark place. I never thought I’d live long enough to see a grey hair on my head. Yet here it was, right before my eyes.

As I looked at my reflection, noting the lines creasing the corners of my eyes and the furrow across my forehead, I thought, “What a privilege it is to see myself age.”

I hope to continue witnessing these changes—seeing the years melt away, observing the scars and wrinkles that form on my skin, each one a visual representation of my life’s journey.

My skin and I have been through a lot together, and I can’t wait to see what this body looks like in five years, ten years, twenty. Each mark and line represents resilience, a testament to enduring and thriving despite everything life has thrown at me.

So, to you, a grey hair might seem insignificant. But to me, it means everything. I am profoundly grateful for this life I get to live and experience. And I hope to never take that for granted again.