I love(d) my long hair. It was an accessory to me and it became a fun part of my urban mom(aka copy-pinterest outfits) day to day look. Low bun, sock bun, side braid and dirty hair made pretty with my secret (okay not so secret anymore) sashajuan volume powder. It’s taken me years to learn the following but I now truly believe it to be true: taking onself too seriously is never a good thing. And I think that people who never jump of the style ledge or chop their hair or dress up and get silly for Halloween need to remember ….YOLO. (hahahaha) So. Yeah. A Locks of love kind of hair appointment for me today but of course I’ve processed the heck out of mine and can’t donate. Seriously L.O.L.? The price I’ve paid for these highlighted hairs of mine would make any little girl post chemo really happy. But I digress…
We are in a good groove here us Markles in the 10023. We are maxing out in so many ways this spring and settled into a routine that can only be described as city crazy. Coffee dates, museums, Kidville, playground, lunching downtown, discovery rooms, day trips out of town, weekend jaunts all over. It feels exhausting and exhilarating all the time. I was talking to a friend who always says “you’re crazy!” when I give her my agenda for any certain day and I was explaining to her that I felt like I lost such a number of months to my PPA that in some way being like this now feels like I’m reclaiming those dark months. So MAX OUT. This has been the motto and it feels so right. I emerged from one of the worst points in my life and am as confidant in my choice to stay at home with Morgan and proud of who I am. Shame over what I experienced? Nope. The opposite. Owning my experience and life now + what I went through…I’m proud of it. Proud of my story.
But back to the hair (important things.) 3hrs later (balayage, too, naturally) and the most precise and specific and “artistic” cut I’ve ever received…voila. I think I was a short haired girl trapped in a long haired one’s body for over a decade. So long braids & buns…hello beachy waves & sea salt spray & stealing my husband’s pasty hair tack. (thanks Annie for the AXE wax tip.)
Too often I think we all fail to push a reinvention. Hair seems silly, and you know what, it is very superficial. But think about how often we have the opportunity to try something really outside of our comfort zone and the have confidence to back it up and we still fail to jump in both feet first? Who cares about 10” of hair. Who cares if you take a chance on an experience, a chance meeting with an old friend, an adventure out or in the city with your kids that may screw up nap time for a day? (ß my biggest nervy point of life ever.) Do it. Do something different. Try something a bit uneasy. Be a bit messy. Let your gut feeling take over for a day. Those previous examples may all sound trite but with kids the mundane can sometimes take over and it’s easy to do same same same same same day in and day out. So I’m choosing to be a bit more bold these days, a bit more colorful in my choices… and I think you should too;)
ps: hair-spiration from all the bobby blondes: Ali Fedotowsky, Julianne Hough, Cupcakes & Cashmere, and Abbey O;)