My hair has been bugging me for a while. And by that I could mean that my hair has been bugging me since somewhere around the age of 9, but I don’t. I’d like to focus on the more recent past right now.
Every day for the past month or so has been a battle with this hair of mine and I had become quite frustrated. I’ve tried different shampoos and conditioners and every different hair gel, cream, or frizz control product I could get my hands… all to no avail. My hair was up in a pony tail by about 10 am every day, regardless of what I did.
In addition, at the ripe old age of 29 (ok, almost 30… we’re getting very close!) I have become gray to the point that coloring is no longer optional. (Unless, of course, my vanity changes in some significant way. Doubt it.) And that really needed to be done.
So, after work today I finally went in to do something about it.
A couple big chops and many, many, many foils and dishes of color later (I have a lot of hair) and I feel like a new woman! I’m terrible about getting my hair cut… I tend to go about once, maybe twice, a year and in between I consistently claim that I’m “growing it out.” But every time I actually pick up the phone and make the appointment, I feel so much better. And every time I am amazed at what a difference something so simple can make.
My hair has been a single source of frustration in my life as of late, albeit a very physical and outward sign of frustration. A lot of that frustration needs to be dealt with in other ways, but I think the hair cut is a really good start.
A lot of things in life are that way though, aren’t they? They are for me.
I don’t feel like going to volleyball, but I do… and I have a good time.
I’m planning not to have a good time, but I smile anyway… and it becomes a real smile.
Running sounds painful and I’d rather just sit, but I get dressed to workout… and end up feeling great.
It’s that fake it til you make it mentality, and it works in so many ways. My new hair cut says that I’m not frustrated… perhaps tomorrow I really won’t be.