Every once in awhile (every couple months?) I feel the urge to change something in my life. Usually this is manifested in a deep room cleaning and re-arrangement. I literally move the furniture and find new places for stuff. If you know me well you may have noticed this about me. It's not always furniture, though, and right now I quite like how my room is set up. It's like I get this urge to change something in my life. I used to wonder about this, because although I've lived a life of constant moves and changes I have never been that big a fan of change. So why do I get the urge to inflict change on myself? I don't think it's been me, in any way, trying to somehow better myself so that I would deal with change better -- you know, some kind of virtuous exercise -- no. I think it's me feeling like my life is out of control and needed to somehow reel it in and control it. I can't change other people. I can't change certain circumstances. Other ones would be stupid to change until the timing is right. I can take control of my home environment -- how it's decorated and arranged and I can take control of myself, and there are probably a few other things I can choose to control. These are what I subconsciously focus on when I feel out of control. I clean and rearrange my room or I do something to alter myself (usually my hair... sometimes me choosing to wear makeup/be a little more high maintenance.)
Last Fall I chose to henna my hair and probably have re-arranged my room a few times since then. Today I chose to cut my hair. Not just a trim. Maybe like 6 inches. Something totally noticeable. It's still a straight cut, but it's shorter, less heavy, more manageable, less hot. It instantly put me in a better mood. I haven't truly cut my hair for a couple years. I have trimmed it an inch or two every once in a great while but I'm not much for hair cuts. I tend to like how I look with my hair long. And I don't budget for haircuts. I do them myself.
So friends, behold:
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