Not going to lie, I thought the whole "post-breakup haircut" was a joke. Why on earth would I change my long, safe, uncolored, lifeless hair?
As I'm sure you can tell, I had a change of heart.
I woke up on Tuesday and had this powerful feeling that I needed a change. And I knew it was all about my hair.
How silly, right? Why does something like a hair cut or color change bring about such positive and powerful feelings of change? I mean, I didn't (and still might not) have the answer, but, as with most decisions in my life, I reacted immediately and made an appointment. I'm lucky my friend Sam is an incredible colorist at Haus in the North Loop and was able to get me in the next day.
I've had really short hair before (remember Katie Holmes' bob circa 2008? I had exactly that), and knew I couldn't go that short while teaching and practicing as much as I do. Plus, I still liked my long hair. Meeting in the middle made total sense.
And for the color, going blonder made total sense. With my dark eyes, light brown hair and olive skin, blonde sounded good. Real good. It also felt good to say "f*ck it, let's go blonde."
Don't get me wrong, having a new hairstyle is exciting by itself, but making this change feels deeper than surface level. I didn't want to make a change to prove my independence, or introduce a "brand new me." For me, changing my hair symbolizes the constant change we're all going through (whether big or small). And for me, it's a good reminder that no matter what happens (breakups, haircuts, hardships and success), I'll never lose myself, and I'll always be me.
And yes, a new look is really f*cking fun. And it's even more fun to call it the "new adventures" haircut.
A huge thanks to Sam, Tanya and the Haus team for welcoming me with open arms and making me feel like an earthy, sarcastic little bombshell.
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