I always imagined my greys would give me a sophisticated natural beauty and I would embrace them when the time came, but boy was I wrong. 
It doesn’t quite work with my hair type and complexion, and I think I just look washed out and tired.
So I started dying my hair this year, which I wasn’t looking forward to, but now I love it because the place I found offers you sangria and warm cookies and the lady who does it has 5 cats and we just talk about tv shows and cats while she applies the dye. Then I read trashy magazines in the lounge for 30 minutes before she finishes up and sends me on my way with a bottle of fancy shampoo. The whole thing feels very much like self care and I totally look forward to it.