I'm running out of days!

Today is Tuesday and my schedule is packed as usual. A birthday party for lunch and then straight to my friend's house to help her pack. Dinnertime will come before I expect it and then another day is gone and SheSpeaks is that much closer.

With all the excitement that's been going on the past week or two, I haven't had much time to think (worry) about SheSpeaks and how I haven't gotten my article written, but I came home to an inbox full of emails from Proverbs31 with last minute details and reminders. Oh, right. That's this weekend and the insecurities started surfacing.

A few weeks ago, I made a monumental decision. One with life-altering effects.

I decided to let my hair color grow out.

In order to understand the magnitude of this decision, you have to know a little bit about my genetics. Out of 4 kids, I am the only one who inherited my father's dark hair, pale skin, and freckles. My dad has been going gray as far back as I can remember, which means that I shouldn't have been surprised to find my first gray hairs IN COLLEGE. Since then, Miss Clairol and Miss L'Oreal have been my best friends, but I've been growing ever more frustrated with them for the past few years.

Those girls are *expensive* friends. We get together every 6 weeks or so and I always spend a small fortune for the "privilege" of hanging out with them. I have come to resent the 2 hours they demand and I just finally decided to ignore their emails and resist their siren calls of "just one more visit" and "you'll look so good with those highlights". I may go through withdrawals over the next many months as I go through the emotional pain of clown-like quad-colored hair, but I just keep reminding myself that I will be better off. The addiction to Miss Clairol and Miss L'Oreal will be but a distant memory and I will be the fabulous 34-year-old with the gray hair cut in some ultra-cool style.

But until then, this is what I look like.
I'll just have to get over it and hope no one at SheSpeaks notices.