124: because hair is hair is hair

Confession: I’m emotionally attached to my hair.

Blame it on the human condition to identify with lifeless objects, or the years of raves and compliments for the way it curls, or glistens in the sun;
     either way, a small part of me dies with each trim.

It’s been my identity on dating sites,
bonded friendships,
and provided nifty keepsakes like blonde-roasts-have-more-fun mugs
    (they do, obviously).

              And this weekend, I did the unthinkable: I died it. (Pun intended.)

I was pretty freaked out about it, so, naturally:

“If it scares you, it might be a good thing to try.” 

Seth Godin

And it was good.

      I was so wrapped up in petty endeavors, but when I removed them from my life, a whole        
      person opened up instead of a fraction of an identity.

          I know: Big words for a small change.
          But this shit is serious.

                 So, that big change you want to make, but you’re terrified? Do it.
                 And if you hate your new color, well, it’ll grow back.

PS: Happy Early #TransformationTuesday