Friday, March 6, 2015

Then I decided to become a brunette.



I've been a blonde pretty much my entire life...minus nine months back in 2009/2010 when I thought it was a good idea to box-dye my hair dark brown. We ran out of hair dye mid-project and my poor friend had to run to CVS while I still had dye all over my hair. It turned out almost jet black with yellow blonde spots. I know you don't even have to ask, but yes, it was indeed awful. Once I was officially back blonde eight long months later, I swore 'NEVER AGAIN' and let the brunette ship sail away.

Fast forward four and a half years, and I went from pinning away nothing but blonde hair inspiration to throwing in a few darker looks: dark blonde ombres, warm browns, caramel highlights. I started toying with the idea, never convinced that I would actually do it again. Not because I didn't want to, but because people knew me as a blonde. It was a travesty to my family when I dyed my hair dark (let's get real, it was a travesty to everyone who had to look at me). To them, I was their "golden girl" and "so many girls pay the big bucks to have hair like yours." 

While so many women I'm friends with change up their hair color up to three times a year, it felt like I couldn't touch my own in fear of disappointing people I love. Over hair. When I brought up giving brown hair a try, I heard "I think you'll regret it" from friends so many times that I started to believe it myself. Except Ryan, of course. 

"You don't tell me what to do with your hair, so why would I tell you what to do with yours?"
(That's why I pay him the big bucks to be my boyfriend, guys).

So with that bit of advice, I confirmed a hair appointment for this past Tuesday and took the plunge. After five hours in a chair, I went from bright blonde:


 to an ashy brunette:


And you wanna know what? The world did not end, I do not regret it, and the people who said I'd regret it actually like it. And so do I.

As I've mentioned plenty of times before, I have a tendency to rely heavily on outside opinions. Whether said opinions are warranted or even relevant, I take them into heavy consideration and have often questioned my own gut feelings. Slowly but surely, I'm spending less time worrying about what others (even those near and dear to my heart) will think of my life decisions and more time digging deep and figuring out what I think about my life decisions. From adopting Einstein to dying my hair, I'm making decisions for myself, and only myself. I'm adult-ing. I'm trying to, at least.

Have you made any big decisions lately? Did you take a lot of others' input into consideration first or did you make the decision all on your own?

Happy Friday! XO 











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