In case you don’t know me that well, I’ll fill you in on my changing habits. I am obsessed with change in general. It is something that is challenging and requires hard work to keep it going. I see change as an opportunity to do great things. It is also seen as a response to failure or an inclination of future failure. Being that change is such a broad term that can be used for many different occasions, I’ll stick to my favorite way of change.
As a 20 year old college student that lives with her parents, it is fairly hard to find ways and things to change. When I first started thinking about college, all I wished for was change. I looked at schools all over the nation in hopes of finding unfulfilled need for change in a quick switch of location. Although, I never really found location to have impacted me as greatly as I hoped it would. I found something else along the way. Being limited to my surroundings and rituals, I couldn’t just try something new. For example, I’m not going to take up dance again or ice fishing. My first month living back home, I bleached my hair. It was horrible. I thought the dark root thing was so in I left my roots untouched. Turns out, it was never that cute. From then on, I switched up the color of my hair quite often(probably 6 or 7 times in the last year).
People have told me to stop because my hair is going to fall out or, “It looks better when your hair is the way God intended it to be,”(dad, ugh going right for my soft spot). For a long time, I struggled to tell people why I was so obsessed with dyeing my hair. It’s not like every color I tried looked fantastic or bad that I had to find the right shade. I just needed change. I am challenged by the thought of a color not fitting my personality. It is the one thing I have complete control over and the least control over at the same time. I mean it’s not like I haven’t sought help from professionals to fix my mistakes. I can imagine how it could look in my head all I want, but when it comes down to it, my hair has the last say.
Changing my hair so much has allowed me to see the benefits, challenges(like who would hire a girl with blue in her hair), and happiness of change. I’m not searching for something but enjoying the process. I love being a little chameleon. I hope everyone can find their own favorite thing to change and see how happy it can make them feel(even if you cry about your unintended orange hair). Change is a good thing.