Several months ago I had a moment of clarity, embracing my 60+ age, and decided I no longer wanted to spend the time or money on coloring my hair. I am a brunette and have been since the dirty blonde hair of my childhood darkened with age. It was my time! I have blue eyes so I calculated that despite what would amount to a couple of painful months, I would feel like "Mae Musk" (the stunning mother of Elon) after a short period of brutality. My friend and hair stylist has spent many months troubleshooting this period of transition with me, breaking it down intellectually, calculating outcomes and altogether showing immense patience. I was in the company of 2 beautiful Mexican women on a trip a few weeks ago. I thought it would be such a good idea to throw out my hair journey in conversation and to my surprise they gasped loudly and shrieked NUNCA GRIS!!! (Never grey) I think it stuck in my brain because last week I just looked in the mirror and said NOPE. It's not my time. I am a person who hates to not finish something I start. I have done a lot of self talking in the last days to alleviate the feeling that I did not give it enough time, but I've come to the decision that in life it is enough to say I really tried. And now when I look at my 91 year old aunt, who still colors her hair, I get it. It's just not her time yet.\nSo here I am writing this while I get my brunette hair put back on and it feels great!