Part One: The Decision (and how it met the business and the personal)
And with a gloomy sigh she uttered "Got to keep the Grey at bay" and my heart sank at the thought of another few decades of dying my hair. I had bumped into my Mum in town as she was rushing to make a hair appointment for yet another cut and colour.
This is new. I’ve never been short of admiring glances but this was new. They seemed wary of me somehow but I still couldn’t put my finger on what exactly the shift was. I was however palpably aware that I was losing my sexual power and conversely aware that something new was growing which had a more powerful energy but which I didn’t yet have the manual (or permission) to operate. I was a novice Grey.