I dyed my hair the other day.
I’ve spent much of my professional life wishing that I looked older, but now that the curse of the Estolano grey has set in, my thoughts are rapidly changing. The hell with looking older!
Outside of my hair, relatively little has changed in my life over the last couple decades. The scenery is different, but many of the players are still the same. The same couple buddies that I used to hit the gym with are still among my closest friends. We got together for a carne asada just the other week. We look different- a few pounds (or maybe more than a few!), dress clothes instead of sweats and a few grey hairs. We do different things- as "grown ups", the three students are now a lawyer, a bus driver, and a teacher.
But, the humor with which we view the changes in our lives is still the same. My friend Louie is still instant fun, seeing the world in an often enthusiastic way that gets Jose and I smiling so widely that our faces can barely hold the good humor. My friend Jose is still the “natural food” nut, trying to convince us to avoid processed food, while he downs yet another beer that I suppose came from a beer tree.
And as for me? I’m still the same easy going, slightly irreverent person that I always was. I have worries and obligations like everyone else, but I try to get through every day with at least a few laughs- the most recent laugh at the black, shiny haired guy that is staring back at me in the mirror.
