I’ve had a beard most of my life. It started to come in early, around 14-15. From the time I graduated on, I’ve pretty much had one except for a few months at the most. I mostly keep it short so I do trim it at least once or twice a week.
I am also more comfortable with a beard than without one. But I’m also a little lazy I guess. I remember shaving irritating my neck something awful. And being of the type that looks like I need a shave again at the end of the work day that it’s easier to just not fight it.
As the grey started to creep in the thought of shaving crossed my mind but I dismissed it. I find it kind of funny that the grey has been very symmetrical in terms of its spread. And I like the grey standing out against my tan in the summer.
It’s too late in life now to think about changing. People might never recognize me, I’ve had one for so long. And don’t worry, I won’t be tempted to color it back to the color it was when I was young because I’m not young in body, just in mind.
I shouldn’t have wasted as much time today but the workweek just finished and those long nights take more out of me now. But tomorrow I create.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- When you don’t get many good night’s rests and you see an opportunity for one it’s kind of exciting.
- Only a few more months of flip-flop season.
- You don’t look forward to getting older as much till you are older.
- I imagine there are some people who can’t overthink things if they tried.
