👨🏻‍🦳 Snow on the Roof

I’ve noticed that my hair has become more and more white.

Perhaps you’ve noticed it, too.

It could be the stress of the last few years.

Or maybe I’ve just become saltier. Less peppery.

It’s probably just genes. For as long as I knew him, my grandfather had white hair, too. He rocked it well.

I kinda like the fact that I’m not in-between any longer.

I’m not grey.

I’m not middle-aged.

I’m an old guy now. I have wrinkles on my face, a Medicare card, and a couple of brown spots.

And this white hair.

I’ve never been afraid of getting old.

In fact, when I was a kid, I wanted to be old. I thought it seemed powerful, wise, cool. And indifferent to most of the crap that bugged me and my peers.

Sure, there have been times when I wished my knees and my back were still young. But I like the longer perspective these decades have brought me.

The lessons learned.

The experience I can share.

And knowing that whatever it is, this too shall pass.

Your pal,

Danny