Change your hair

A while ago, a friend send me a card stating you better like your hair now because once you turn 40 you never change it.  I laughed at the time complimenting the Hallmark humor.  But it is amazing how a haircut can change my perspective.

When I was younger I changed my hairstyle constantly.  After college, the only time my real color was exposed was for my wedding pictures and that's only because my mom insisted on it.  I have been a blonde, brunette, even a red head.  This head has experienced asymetrical, bobbed, long, short and even shaved styles.  You could almost track my priorities, my worries and my insecurities by the hair style I worn.

Now that I am older, I don't seem to make those changes any more. It could be that I have learned better coping mechanisms or that maybe I am less vain (hmmm).  But its been several years since I have worn my hair in this pretty much same style.  Time for a change.

I went into my salon, where Bill (the beautiful, fabulous and brilliant man who has accepted me as a client) agreed that a change was necessary.  Actually , I cannot make a change unless Bill lets me.  It is a complicated relationship that we women share with our stylists.

So if my "concerns and considerations" are truly reflected in my hairstyle, looks like I am interested in acting my age, in reflecting a pulled together adult with credibility.  That could mean I am feeling a little insecure and need stability.  It could mean that I feel a little out of control.  IT could also simply mean that the blonde looked washed out, the ends looked damaged and the over all effect was tired.

Let's see what I am feeling in another 2 months when I revisit Bill