I spent my lunch hour today getting my hair dyed red, blonde and pink.
The pink thing has been a joke for the past three years of my life. I’ve been threatening to do it forever. Why in the world would a 39 year old woman like myself dye her hair pink? Because, quite simply, she should have done it years ago.
She should have embraced her inner child, not denied her personality and gone out on a limb to do something that made her smile. She shouldn’t have listened to that voice inside that made her doubt and worry what others would think.
Because, in the end, it is just hair.
In the hours following my hair appointment I had no less than 12 people go out of their way to compliment me on the pink streak in my hair.
What in the world was I afraid of?
It is such a shame that people in this world (myself included) deny themselves a little fun. A little SPARK. Whatever spark that might be. For ME, it was doing something a little bold and yes, a little ridiculous. For others it might be something completely different like purchasing something they have been secretly coveting.
I feel liberated. And GIDDY.
I just wish I hadn’t waited so long.