I thought about changing my hair. That’s what we do, right? Break up, then get a makeover to represent the change? Like a sacrament.
Sacrament being an “outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace”. Except in this case it is less grace and more “pain and growth and change and fuck you and omg”.
Then I realized. I actually like my damn hair right now. Apparently. Since the lure of color and cut and redo just didn’t appeal to me.
Which was nice. To realize that when given the chance to change, I found I really liked something about myself. So I bought some pretty smelling conditioner instead. (Or actually, the Dude did. (Yeah, I know, weirdest breakup ever.))
I did do something brave though. I looked at my living room in this house I’m struggling to make a home. I had a long term plan for this fireplace I hated, and then decided, in the grand scheme of things, making a mistake on my fireplace was not going to epically fail my life, so it was okay to take a risk. Look at my inexpensive fireplace redo? (It’s at the my smaller home blog)
Funny, because recently I’ve been really wanting to do something crazy like dye my hair. Which is one of those things that I consider “off limits” while pregnant. (I know that technically it’s safe after the first trimester, but I also know that I am not in a stable enough state of mind to make Major Hair Decisions.)
I like the fireplace. Hard to tell since it’s just a close-up, but my guess is that it really brightens up the entire room.
I really like the fireplace! I like even more that you went for it. 🙂 I recommend nail polish as a great break-up soother–sounds odd, I know, but it worked for me. If you have five free minutes every few days, the taking-off-of-the-old and replacing-with-the-new is a great ‘breakup’ remedy for me, especially by making it “me time”. When my ex-husband and I split, I went to the drugstore and bought about ten or twelve of the dollar brand polishes. It’s a mindless task that let me pick whatever color suited my mood and made me feel like I was taking care of myself a little better than I did before (when things were rough and all I was focused on was the relationship falling apart). Just an idea!
I’ve realized that I cut my own hair when stressed. I would not recommend this as a coping strategy for anyone. By the time you see me this summer, I may be bald.
Glad you are enjoying your hair. Yup, drastic changes are sometimes in order with a breakup, but if you’re wanting what you’ve got, embrace that, for sure! Mmm, conditioner. ;D