To answer the question to my post title: You cry. Then you move on and tell yourself that you are your own person; you are the one who has to live with the new you, not him. That's what.
I have been looking forward to this day for about 1.5 months . . . ever since I booked an appointment with my hairdresser to get my hair cut shorter than it has been in years, I've been searching photos on-line, "trying on" different styles with virtual hairstylers and pondering all my options. I wanted to wait until my job was done before getting my haircut so that I wouldn't be turned into the object of everyone's discussion at school, having 26 students ask me (probably more than once each), "Why did you cut your hair?" That gets boring. And annoying. Oh, I know it will happen when I return again in September, but I will enjoy the summer as the new me without disturbances from my darling students. Maybe I should ask them over, and over, "Why don't you cut your hair?" and see how they like that:) (FYI--I work at a Hutterite Colony School, and my female students have never cut their hair!)
Today was the first time that I colored my hair for the purpose of covering gray. Yes, it has begun to grow with a vengeance, just in time to compliment my emerging wrinkles:( I have no added highlights, but my hair color is about 1/2 - 1 shade darker than my natural color. My hairdresser and I are hoping that this subtle change will make it less obvious when the roots start to show.
I am thrilled with my haircut. I feel like a new person. I had people chatting with me in stores today for no apparent reason. First, there was this guy in Superstore. He was about my age, and started the conversation with what could be a "line". Does this sound like a line to you? "Hey, you don't have to buy me flowers--I have brown thumbs, not green ones." I was buying more bedding plants, and that's all I had on the conveyer belt at the check-out. He had a few items, and continued to attempt conversation with me until it was time for me to get. out. of. there! Seriously, he seemed harmless enough, and I tried to remain my friendly self, making sure my wedding ring was flashed several times. But who knows? I was probably just reading into all of it. However, for the sheer sake of blaming this incident on something, I'll blame it on my new hairdo. In another store, I had an elderly gentleman start talking to me about tomatoes in the produce department; at McDonald's, the clerk was talking to me about my necklace and bracelet, telling me how great it looked on me. When I was getting gas, another customer was chatting it up with me about nothing, really. Then I ran into a couple that I worked at a Bible Camp with in 1994, and somehow we got into a conversation about my age and they thought I was barely into my 30's! None of these types of conversations normally happen when I'm running errands, so it was all a bit odd. It must be the hair.
Like I said, I am thrilled with my haircut. My husband . . . not so much:( But I'm hoping he'll get over it. It's not like he's going to divorce me because I cut my hair. My boys both love my new hairdo, and since Wayne hasn't shown any appreciation for the new me, Mitchell and Ty seem to be over-complimentary about my hair--I think just to make me feel better. Aren't they sweet?
So, yes. I feel great about my decision to get adventurous with the "Inverted Bob".
The New Me
Back of The New Me
Today I am thankful for . . .
546. The gift of My Hairdresser, Jilla. I think she's amazing at what she does.
547. The gift of Encouraging Words and Compliments.
548. The gift of Viewing Cool-Looking Clouds, an Inspiring Sunset and a Double-Rainbow, simultaneously from my deck.