I'm at the end of yet another 3 - 4 week time period when the old grey roots start rearing their ugly 'head' on my head. And it's at this time period that I go through yet another few moments of inner conflict.

I say to myself that I really hate the mess and time it takes to color my hair. It's certainly a good 30-45 minutes that I'd rather spend doing something else.

And I should be secure enough with who I am and how old I am that having grey hair shouldn't bother me.

And I really, really don't want to turn into one of those "old" ladies that colors her hair this ridiculous shade of reddish/brown that you just *know* is not her real hair color (maybe I'm there already)...

But then again, there's only just a handful of women I know with grey hair that pull it off successfully and ALL of them have short, really short haircuts that I've never been able to pull off...my hair is just too thin with no body at all.

Several years ago I went through that awful process of getting back to my natural color (salt and pepper grey and brown and it was amazing how many people liked it and how many people didn't and were very vocal about it (especially the ones that didn't like it).

One day, I was passing a mirror and glanced at my reflection. "Who was that old lady in the mirror?" I thought as I headed directly to the nearest store to purchase my L'Oreal color of choice (because I'm worth it, don't you know).

So here I am again on another weekend when I have to make the decision once again to cave in to my vanity or allow me to be me, in all my grey haired glory. Trouble is, the culture I live in and was brought up in, never has found anything glorious about grey hair, unless, of course, you're a man.