Do you ever have days when you feel you don’t fit in your own body?
I was having one today. It wasn’t triggered by anything significant; I just felt funky, like I would never amount to anything. Though it didn’t qualify as a full-fledged anxiety attack, I felt a bit anxious about the future.
(Okay, I’ve never had an anxiety attack. But still. I struggle with being a control freak. You know that.)
So what did I do?
I dyed my hair.
Okay, okay, that doesn’t solve anything, I know. But I did pray about my fretful inclinations as I worked the dye into my roots, and I was tired of my dishwater blonde hair. It’s not like anyone can see what I look like when they get my resume, but feeling a bit more pulled together is one step in the right direction.
For better or worse, now I’m a redhead instead of a dirty blonde. (I meant for it to be more brown with a hint of red, but whatever!)
Next up… I think it’s time for a haircut. (Hey, it’s like my own do-it-yourself makeover story.)