I was at the counter of a coffee shop the other day, perusing the selection of pastries and other indulgences. The woman behind the counter exclaimed to me, “Your hair is so beautiful! I love the way your gray is coming in!” Wow.
I had a mixed opinion about that. Her words were the opposite of what the voice in my head had been saying: “Color that!” Or it was imagining other people saying, “Why doesn’t she color her hair?”
Truth be told, I’ve tried coloring my hair, and I hate it. I hate the whole process: the smell, the chemicals, the expense, the upkeep…and the way I really want it only lasts a short time. And I really hated looking in the mirror every day and searching for the one strand that exposed itself, declaring to the world my hidden secret. Ohhh!
But, you want to know my real secret? I love my gray hairs. They’re wild and coarse and they’re pulling away from the pack. They sing of wisdom and beauty and light and grace. I love them on my head; I even giggle when they show up on my hairbrush because they’re strong and resilient. They are my diploma from what my dad called “The School of Hark Knocks.”
So, there you have it–inspiration that came my way through the kind voice of the woman behind the pastry counter. I’m so grateful she had her say over the other voices in my head.
How might you, Dear Reader, welcome the words of a kind stranger today?
What do you say? Let’s notice together the blessings of our lives. When we pay attention like this, marvelous things happen. Let’s live Everyday Inspired!