23/07/2026
I wonder if you can guess what this picture is all about… 👀
I’ll give you a clue: I’m 43. I’ve just come back from an amazing holiday. I’m feeling rested, alive, grateful… and then I part my hair and -
WHAT. IS. THAT. 😳
My very first grey hair. (Can you see it!)
I am floored. Gasping. Offended. 😂
I mean, I wasn’t planning on going grey this early. Surely 43 is still young enough to be getting away with this?!
And then, because apparently I can’t just have a normal reaction to a grey hair, I started thinking…
Is this what happens when you go on holiday?
Is this the universe’s way of saying, “No more holidays for you”? 😅
But honestly, there’s something so interesting about getting older.
Because on one hand, it can feel incredibly freeing.
The older I get, the more I find myself letting go of the layers I’ve spent years believing were me - the expectations, the conditioning, the shoulds, the need to be liked, to look a certain way, to have it all figured out.
I feel more comfortable in my own skin than I ever have.
And yet…
Getting older can also feel really confronting.
Because while we’re learning to let go of who we thought we had to be, we’re also becoming more aware that life is not forever.
That we are, in fact, mortal.
And sometimes I think that’s the real duality of ageing.
It is both freeing and frightening.
*We are becoming more ourselves while simultaneously being reminded that we don’t have forever to become who we are.*
So, perhaps this one little grey hair is not a crisis after all.
Perhaps it’s a tiny reminder to stop trying so hard to hold onto what was never meant to stay.
To embrace the changes.
To laugh at myself.
To keep taking the holidays. 🎊
And to live this one beautiful, messy, finite life while I’m here.
Although…
I reserve the right to panic when the next one shows up. 😂🤍