My Lyfestyle Through Lyrics
Dear White Hairs,
Somehow you’ve managed to find your way into my beautiful head of hair. I use to pull you out because it showed others a sign that I was aging. But now, I’m quite proud of my age. So, in my head you shall stay. However, I’ll analyze a little bit about how each of you must have gotten there.
Was it the many years I spent in school? I remember the long days spent in school, then in practice and then immediately at home doing homework into the wee hours of the mornings. As much as I miss college, I don’t miss those 30 page research papers. Actually, now that I think about it, I do miss how I could crank out two to four 30 page research papers in less than 8 hours. I don’t recommend it, but it sure was motivating enough knowing I had a few deadlines on the same day.
Maybe the you were caused by my family and friends. I worry about them a lot. I wonder if they worry about me as I do them? My parents are getting up there in age and I wish I lived closer to them to spend more quality time with them. My brother, well, I just want to see him graduate with higher ed degrees and I want to see my parents witness that. He’s put them through a lot, but it’s wonderful seeing him go through the growth and maturation stages.
As for my hunny? I worry about him a whole lot! Is he to blame for more of you showing up on my head of hair? I don’t think he realizes that I worry about him as much as I do. He’s been through a lot and is going through a bit of a struggle now, as am I. I wish I was with him to help because things would be so much easier with us together in the same town, under the same roof, etc. I was at my desk earlier and I couldn’t help but drift off into space, wondering what it was he was doing at that very moment. Then I snapped back to reality. I had to check on my son to see what mischief he was possibly getting into.
My son. Is he the cause of you? But my little blessing made me realize that having you and your other friends on my full head of hair, is something I’m going to have to get used to.
Regardless of the reason why you exist, I’m learning to love you. I might dye you as I get older, please don’t take that personally. Just know that I’m grateful for you because you remind me that I’ve grown and matured into a beautiful woman. So, thank you!
A woman with white hairs and could give two fucks what others think about them!