Redheads Don't Have More Fun

Contrary to scientific survey (ie what bloggers think), redheads do not necessarily have more fun.

Since I went redhead just before Christmas, we have buried my mom, I've had a couple of huge emotional issues forced on me to deal with, I have nearly resigned from my job a number of times, and I still haven't had a good vry! :-)

Today, in the spirit of grounding and settling and being true to me once more, I took a gentle wash to the hair and went back to almost exactly what I was a year ago - blonde. Well, blonde-ish with traces of grey-white, black and a bit of red - a legacy from dark haired dad, redhead mom, coming of age and a whole lot of time spent outdoors I guess. This is the very last time I will be messing with my hair and chemicals - ever. From now on it does what it does, with merely a chop now and then to keep it tamed.

Although I'm merely going to back to my roots (ha-ha... they'll probably show up nicely now!), it completes what I've felt today. That I'm me again, over the cr*p that I've dealt with in the past year, ready to move on, and headed in the right direction. About time too.

Will I get me a good vry now that I'm blonde again? No clue. It's anyone's guess. (Any offers? :-)) For today the outer change reflects a determination to live authentically (bit of a paradox as it's taken something inauthentic to get me headed down that road again), as much as I can, and not hold back on being me.

Tomorrow is a whole new day. I hope this feeling keeps.