This happens every time I change my hair.
I love the change initially and then I start to miss blonde. I think I am blonde on the inside. Blonde in every single way.
Except, you know, naturally.
I will be 36 in just two days and I am having a crisis about my look (my look – don't worry, I just made myself gag, too). I want to lock down my thing, a style I feel good about and then just repeat that each day. I don't have time to be creative and expressive anymore. I just want a signature thing and to run with it.
First world problems, I know.
But I have to live with me and so I'd like to feel great. Shouldn't we all feel great?
So I'm on a mission. 36 is when I start figuring some stuff out. Simplifying at least one thing in my life – my closet.
Sadly, my hair will never be simple. My hair is troublesome indeed.
But I think I like it better when those troubles are blonde.
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