I used to think that my beard had a little white in it. I was told it was just some blonde, that the facial hairs usually had nothing to do with the rest of the hair on my head. I have some gray over my ears, and I swear theres some in back somewhere, judging by the amount of gray that falls on the black smock i wear when getting a haircut, which i did yesterday. But the beard MAN! it's gone white. I used to say i couldn't wait to be a silver haired fox...bring it on! And I still feel that way, but i was just a little shocked a few minutes ago when i checked myself out in the mirror. I have on a dark brown long sleeved t-shirt right now, and the white (read not gray) has officially taken over. Thats cool with me. My grandfather on my dad's side had gone completely white in his early 30's. No beard mind you, just his head of hair had gone white. He had just gone through the Great Depression though. I guess I have some things on my mind that might parallel that Great Depression. And I guess that's the way it goes for metablolism and the body. You can't fight some things. Your body does what it does. I remember a few years ago i had gotten some very dark rings under my eyes. I bought some "made for men under eye" something er other. It was a cream that lessened the darkness under the eyes. And it worked. But for my beard, I don't think i'm going to be doing anything about it, not going to be dying it or anything that vain. It is what it is at this point. I can't make it go away and refuse to be a slave to the daily mini-brush applications of "Just for Men" beard color tool. So i have the white beard now. All is well i guess.
I've spent the last couple of decades earning a living, trying not to die or to worry too much. And when the worries of the daily job got to be too much, i just moved on. But these days, movning on is very scary. I'd like to work in an industry that i'm more in tune with but I keep reminding myself that "wherever you go, that's where you are". So maybe the pressure in all my vocations has been from internal sources. I can't explain it. it's most likely real though. and if i listen to the voices in the back of my head I hear that I'm not supposed to be where I am right now. I'm not supposed to be doing something as lame as working for Dunder Mifflen. But until i really take the horns of my career and begin to steer it the way I want it to go, i assume that the gray will show up faster and faster. The gray i can take. The non-living the dream I want to though, that becomes a bigger chore every day I put on the suit and go shake hands with people in the field.
So for now the gray stays, and the job remains the same. Maybe if some of you faithful readers would share this website with a few of your friends, and they'd share it with a few more of their freinds, i could start to make a living doing what i love...writing about life and telling the tales of my youth. Any suggestions I'd take, just sent them to joeschaos@gmail.com . I'm happy to read them.
So in the mean time, i'll continue to observe and write when I can. I love doing what I do, I just need the traffic on the website to increas so that I can start to make some money off of it. And if that happens, I don't know what the rate of white beard hair will increase or decrease at, but i bet it makes a difference.
Getting old is fine with me. Can't wait to go see Hannah at college football games, and tailgate with her. Sarah should see her plan of world domination long before I have a chance to get involved with it. So bring it on! I'll take the age, take the gray, take the bad backs. Life has proven that it can't get me down. I have looked the scalpel dead in the eyes several times and said "bring it on". I'm not scared, I'm not afraid, I am an animal and I am prepared to eat you if I have to. So if you see me on the street, and the beard is looking whiter than you remember, it's still just me. Just Joe. Rockin the Joe-tee. Come on 39...i'll see you in 17 days. bring it. i've gone through lots worse things than my last birthday in my 30's. I eat 30's for breakfast around here, i put mustard on it. and anyway, I read that white is the next brown. i'm all about the style.
I've spent the last couple of decades earning a living, trying not to die or to worry too much. And when the worries of the daily job got to be too much, i just moved on. But these days, movning on is very scary. I'd like to work in an industry that i'm more in tune with but I keep reminding myself that "wherever you go, that's where you are". So maybe the pressure in all my vocations has been from internal sources. I can't explain it. it's most likely real though. and if i listen to the voices in the back of my head I hear that I'm not supposed to be where I am right now. I'm not supposed to be doing something as lame as working for Dunder Mifflen. But until i really take the horns of my career and begin to steer it the way I want it to go, i assume that the gray will show up faster and faster. The gray i can take. The non-living the dream I want to though, that becomes a bigger chore every day I put on the suit and go shake hands with people in the field.
So for now the gray stays, and the job remains the same. Maybe if some of you faithful readers would share this website with a few of your friends, and they'd share it with a few more of their freinds, i could start to make a living doing what i love...writing about life and telling the tales of my youth. Any suggestions I'd take, just sent them to joeschaos@gmail.com . I'm happy to read them.
So in the mean time, i'll continue to observe and write when I can. I love doing what I do, I just need the traffic on the website to increas so that I can start to make some money off of it. And if that happens, I don't know what the rate of white beard hair will increase or decrease at, but i bet it makes a difference.
Getting old is fine with me. Can't wait to go see Hannah at college football games, and tailgate with her. Sarah should see her plan of world domination long before I have a chance to get involved with it. So bring it on! I'll take the age, take the gray, take the bad backs. Life has proven that it can't get me down. I have looked the scalpel dead in the eyes several times and said "bring it on". I'm not scared, I'm not afraid, I am an animal and I am prepared to eat you if I have to. So if you see me on the street, and the beard is looking whiter than you remember, it's still just me. Just Joe. Rockin the Joe-tee. Come on 39...i'll see you in 17 days. bring it. i've gone through lots worse things than my last birthday in my 30's. I eat 30's for breakfast around here, i put mustard on it. and anyway, I read that white is the next brown. i'm all about the style.
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