Is anything worse than that feeling you get right after a great haircut and you realize that it didn’t change anything about your disposition?
I don’t know why I always think a hair change will make feel “better.” I dye my hair so often I’m surprised it hasn’t fallen out. I was going to say that I’ve dyed my hair so often I’m surprised it hasn’t “died,” but then I realized that hair is already dead. Whatever. That’s weird.
I hadn’t had a haircut in over a year. It was long overdue. I even took a picture of what I wanted this time. I never take a picture. I usually say, “Oh yeah just give me a bob.” And then I grow my hair out for another year and repeat the process.
Today I went in with a picture and I went somewhere new and I was cautiously optimistic, but I knew that even if I didn’t like my new hair, it would still achieve the goal of dulling my restlessness for a while.
Restlessness. That’s what it all boils down to. I get restless with my day to day. I get so bored and I want, I NEED, an immediate change to distract me. Where do I go for that distraction? My hair.
What if my hair wasn’t there? What would I do? Maybe I would buck up and figure out what’s making me feel so discontented. And then figure how to make a change that’s permanent and not a “Hey, maybe I’ll go a little darker this time. Gothic chic!” kind of temporary appeasement.
So here’s to being a grown-ass woman taking control of her shit and getting her happy on.
For now, though, I’m going to play with my new ‘do in front of the mirror and consider maybe getting some highlights next time.