I did something this week that I’ve never ever done before. Something I’ve been scared to do for as long as I can remember. Something I’ve wanted to do at least a dozen times but never had the guts.
Let’s back up. I got a haircut last week. My stylist teased the back real nice and I left feeling sassy and satisfied. One wash and an at home blow out later and I was looking very “Mom”. My angled bob was a little too straight across and there wasn’t as much texture in the back as there was last time. I didn’t love it.
And so, for the first time in my life, I called my hairstylist and told her I didn’t like it and that I’d like to come back in. I’m 26 and have gotten many bad haircuts and lots of haircuts that just weren’t quite perfect. As a people pleaser, I’ve always been terrified to hurt the stylists feelings or come off as cheap or ungrateful. This is the first time I ever did something about it.
There are so many days that I don’t feel like a grown up. Days when I don’t feel completely comfortable in my own skin. Moments when I’m stunned that I’ve somehow gotten to be 26 years old. And then there are days that I own it. It was a silly thing and somehow, I feel better for it. It was something a real grown up would do.
And my stylist. Was she mad, hurt, or pissed? Nope. Kind as could be and totally understood. Why was I always afraid to just speak up?