So for those of you following my hair saga -- here's the update. I'm fixed! Maybe fixed is not a good word choice -- it sounds like I just took an unpleasant trip to the Vet. How about corrected? That's better but it does bring back images of a stern English teacher. I'll use the word my friend, A, used. Radiant! I feel radiant.
Now I know that I learned the lesson that my hair problems are not hardships, tragedies, or disasters (especially in light of our recent loss), but I would be a Pinocchio style liar if I didn't say that it feels great to not have orange-ish hair anymore! If you saw my Wordless post yesterday, you got a glimpse of my newly naturalistic (notice I did not say natural) hair.
Now here's the kicker. After all this hair drama, my new hairdresser convinced me to put a lot of my own hair color back in and I actually liked it. She basically took my hair back to my roots and just added a pop around my face.
Now, lest you think that this is simply a narcissistic post about my hair, I do think that there is something to be learned here. After all the mess I went through, I looked at my own hair color with new appreciation. Isn't that how life works? We glamorize something outside of ourselves or our lives. We think that what we have is dull and plain. Then we have a chance to play on that metaphorical greener (or blonder) side of life and realize that our lives weren't nearly plain or dull at all. They were radiant.
So with slightly better perspective, I see my hair and my life a little more clearly. A little more radiantly. And for that, I am thankful.