For a huge part of my life, I've had really long hair.
Then, several months ago . . . I chopped it all off. Honestly, I didn't really regret it . . . until recently, that is. You see, my hair got to that "really awkward" stage--the not long and simple--but not short and styled either stage. For weeks I've been looking in the mirror and chanting "I hate my hair! I just despise it!" And admittedly, I have been just scrunching it with mousse for weeks. Every. Single. Day. As a busy mommy, it has been so much easier and faster to not fuss with my hair in the mornings.
But, as I told my hair stylist today:
"I've been telling myself 'why bother even doing my hair'--then, the worse my hair looked, I started thinking 'why even put on any makeup'--and that's a slippery slope to becoming a real bum."
I literally said that.
She laughed, and assured me that she would "un-bum" me.
And she did.
And I love it!
And I need you to keep me accountable to going to the salon every 6-8 weeks to maintain the style.
(I'm aiming to actually touch my blow dryer 5 out of the 7 days a week)
(I know, dream big)
A final word to the wise:
Just because you're a mum, doesn't mean you have to be a bum.