Throughout my adult life I have adamently been opposed to coloring my hair. When I was very young, I wasn't "allowed" to get my hair colored, even though I wasn't satisfied with it's mousy brown look.
By the time I was old enough to do whatever I wanted with my hair, I was no longer interested. Brown, yes. Mousy, no. It had natural red and blond highlights. I liked it.
Tonight, I have an appointment for my hair.
Tonight, I'll be getting some sort of coloring done to it, just as I did (for the first time in my life) last May.
Why? Because I can't deal with my hair getting old faster than I am! Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but I'll not be able to count the grays to tell you how many there are. Before my first adventure to coloring, I could easily count 10-20...that I could see without using a second mirror. I have no idea how many were in the back being noticed by others. And no, I couldn't deal. I can't deal. I still associate gray hair with "old" people. I still feel like I'm in my twenties rather than someone who has passed their 20 year high school reunion mark. Hell, I can't be gray-haired if my mom isn't gray-haired, right?!
Perhaps someday I'll be ready to see the gray signs of age when I look in the mirror, but not yet. How about you?