When I was in my 20s, I loved change. My hair was always a new cut or color, my clothing styles varied with my mood, and I had a rotating supply of eyeglasses (and contacts) that all together had people I knew quite well wondering why I looked so familiar. Chameleon, they called me.
As I’ve gotten older, I find I just don’t have the time to change my appearance as much. Or rather, I don’t make the time.
Things have been hectic lately. I needed a little break. Some me time. So I went and did it. After years of the same hair style and boring color, I went to a new salon in the area and told her to go for it. I gave her a roundabout idea of what I would like (an angled bob, no bangs) and a roundabout idea of what color I wanted (honey highlights, no reddish anything). The rest, I said, was up to her creative eye and vision.
Although I just about fell out of my chair when I saw what she’d created (ribbons of blonde streaks!) and a neat jaw-skimming bob (not really all that angled plus I had to FIGHT to not have her cut bangs), I was proud. I’d made the leap. A radical change indeed!
My inclination to second-guess myself must have been obvious though because she wisely counseled, “Don’t worry – all dramatic changes take some getting used to. Give it time.”
It’s now been a little over a week. And I’ve decided I love the cut. The color, while it may be “out of the box” as one Target employee pointed out, or “not really matching my face” as a Dunkin Donuts employee boldly stated, is pretty interesting. I was bored. Now, not so much. When I look in the mirror I almost have to do a double take. That’s kinda cool.
Above all, I’m proud of myself for making the change, the BIG change. It’s cool. Different. Of course, I’ll probably try something a little more subdued once the roots and my natural color begin to show, but I’m thinking of keeping a defiant streak of honey blonde in front…something to celebrate my leap.
May you jump in both feet first and enjoy life a little in the process!