So, it’s been a week since I declared I wanted to be happy.
And I’ve had some interesting thoughts since then.
I’ve joined an art challenge group. I’ve been communicating with someone whose art I admire. I’m paying more attention to posts everywhere and more than one-click interacting. I’m using words. LOL.
Thank you for all of the notes, messages, IM’s and emoji support. In the past 7 days, I’ve gone from one-way communication to two-way comm. Before you start in with vibes of technical fouls, I’ll agree with you. No, it’s not ‘in-person’ or on the phone, but I’m saying it counts, because it’s more than I’ve had in a few years.
So, what was I gaining from all that walling off?
Not adding people to my life means I won’t be losing more than I know I already will.
The easy obliteration of as much drama as possible. I don’t need any extra help being dramatic. Odd stuff happens with cosmic commonness, and I certainly don’t need anyone’s ramp to help push me along. I can do that just fine by myself.
What else? Oh! Not dusting every week. Sure, a few times pre-planned times a month, someone stops by for a nice chat or an adventure. Everyone knows advance notice is more than appreciated. Since COVID March-ed in, there has been only one threshold crossing in 8 months.
And that’s only because I begged for an out of control coif shearing. A few electric trimmer (with guard swipes) left the multi-color multi-length mullet behind and revealed my new ‘true’ hair color. Which, interestingly, isn’t anything like the hair color I had gotten used to thinking was under all those years of hair dye.
Happily, I’ve got sparklies! Not Jamie Lee Curtis level, but a girl can dream, right?
I tried the ‘going-silver’ in salon route repeatedly without success. I’ve also tried boxing it with unusual results. Light pink -peach, brownish-watermelon, and one an entirely hideous seafoam green which hilariously garnered some not in the least subtle why’d-you-do-that comments.
It’s safe to say, I’ve figured out a few truths since last Tuesday:
My hair has stopped reacting normally to processing.
My body and emotions seem to be sharing the rebellious path.
All of me is no longer responding in a biologically correct way.
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