And we're off and running . .

 I decided to chronicle my going grey experience in a blog. Very GenX of me, yes? I had another blog, but didn't think that was the place for this, so why not drag anyone along who cared to read, and create a new blog about growing out my grey hair?

My name is Christina, and I'm 44 years old (yes, I really am GenX). I've had strands of silver hair since I was 25 years old, and woke up after my then-husband's suicide attempt, to find 3 silver strands at my part. I didn't think much of it, to be honest, at the time. Traumatic experience has a tendency to express itself in our bodies in various ways, so I assumed that the greys were the result of that experience. I've colored my hair ever since.

Fast forward to November 17, 2021. I go to the salon and have my hair colored the henna red I've been using for the past year or so. I love this hue. It's vibrant, doesn't strip my hair, and doesn't kill my wave pattern, since I'm a natural wavy-haired woman. And then . . . I hemmed and hawed over getting my roots done. Consulted my friends, my husband, my children, as to their thoughts on me growing out the grey. Now that I'm 44, more of my hair is grey than it was when I first noticed it at the age of 25. My Gamaw, may she rest in peace, said the women in our family go grey earlier in life. 

So here I am, at the beginning of 2022, deciding on the goal I want for the year. I don't really do New Year Resolutions, so much as goals for the year. I gave up soda on New Year's Day (17 days since my last one, and I don't find myself fiending for it like I thought I would), and was surfing the web, reading about others who had grown out their grey hair, and decided I would join them.

So here I am, it's January 18, 2022, and I haven't had my hair colored since November 17. Let me toss a photograph in here for starting reference. Gloriously red.

 Here's some photos of my hair as of this writing, silver in evidence. The need-to-get-my-roots-done is showing in these pictures.

My hair is long, to the middle of my back. My natural hair color is dishwater brown, and I've never liked it. So here we are . . .2 months since the last time I colored it, and a month since the roots really started appearing.

The other blogs I've read, chronicled the first year of the grow out, and then once the year was up, every 3-6 months, until grey was the hair color, and the dye was gone. So we'll see when the urge to color it hits, if it does. Admittedly I could shave my head, and make it really easy. I've always wanted to do that, honestly. My friend has cancer, and had her bone marrow transplanted, and in the leadup to her transplant, she shaved her head. I admire that gumption, and wish I was that fearless. But since I'm not, she's my inspiration....let my grey grow out (hers is as well) and not worry about how it looks.

And we're off and running . . .