There is something freeing and life defining, or releasing, about getting your hair done. And I do mean done, not just cut, or washed, or trimmed, or having your colour touched up (although that washing sure is lovely). By done, I mean re-designed. And it doesn’t have to be majorly radical but it might be highlights in a different colour or using a completely different colour altogether, or the classic – actually cutting your hair! And I don’t imagine it’s just women who feel that way; I imagine men feel that way too sometimes, although it may not be about a haircut.
I realized this the other day when I was sitting at work waiting to go and get my hair done. My hair has been pretty low maintenance the last few years – home colour and trims as it was long with perm in it and I didn’t need to do much but trim out the perm as I cut it shorter. But I also hadn’t made that much effort to find a new stylist as my old hair stylist who, for 6 or 7 years, knew me and my hair very well, left the province a few years ago (which sucked but I understood). Her move sort of started the whole growing out process and frankly the move into the lowest maintenance hair I could get.
But I decided, partly in anticipation of summer, partly out of boredom, partly out of annoyance about my roots showing and not wanting to colour it again myself, that I need to get my hair done. I was also thinking I would just do a trim on my hair, maybe add a few layers but nothing major. And I’ve been known for major hair changes in the past.
All day though, as I waited until 245, I was kinda down. It felt like something was ending and I was feeling kind of sad about it. Rather sentimental, I suppose, and frankly , very nervous as I’d never been to this particular before (although she came highly recommended) as I was having something major done (layers cut in, at least, and this too can go badly, believe me). However, luckily, the ladies I was working with distracted me a bit near the end so it came quickly without too many nerves; I even entered the chopping block a titch late.
So, after this and that, 2 hours later, there I was looking at myself in the mirror. The stylist had reassured me when I initially went in as she told me she had been thinking about my colour the night before and what we should do. So, there I was, done. The hair was red, the shape was similar to what I had had, there were millions of layers in it, the style was funky and hip, and I thought, I’m back.
So, what did I discover through my hair odyssey? I have high maintenance hair. And the funky bright sytle and colour are actually a refelction of me, as well. And although I really like low maintenance hair (a subjective classificaiton, belive me) I suppose it’s also a reflection that I believe am worth the work and that I do deserve to look good. Translation, I deserve good things and am worthy of them as well.
So, kids, what do you need to do to remind you that you’re worth it and that you deserve all the good things the universe has to offer?
With love and light,
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