Hair Color Identity

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I've realized some things about myself; I'm fickle.  I kinda change my mind.  And I get bored easily.  I said I wouldn't do it again in this post, but I did.  I went blonde.

A couple days ago, I sat in the chair at Zolton's Salon, as Alayna foiled my hair.  We talked for a long time.  Then it was quiet.  At one point we laughed because I mentioned how I forgot what a process being blonde is.  Two and a half hours later, she rinsed the bleach, toner and familiar look from my hair. And as I caught the very first glimpse of my "new" hair, I suddenly felt shocked.  (Not in a bad way Alayna, if you're reading this.)  The thing is, I no longer identified myself as a blonde.  Even though the majority of my life, that was my hair color identity.  Blonde was my natural color by birth.  When I hit thirteen, I put lemon in my hair and laid in the sun, hoping for sun kissed highlights.  During my college years, I frequented the salon obsessively often, to brighten my mane.  I was blonde.

Three years ago, I changed my life.  I changed my marital status.  And, I changed my hair.  I felt as though I was growing up and no longer felt the desire, or the chase, of being blonde.  I was, and I am, happy being more natural.  Natural is less maintenance, and allows yourself to shine through.  For the first time in my life, I no longer viewed myself as blonde. 

So why did I do it?  Why did I go back to what I really call the dark side?  Well, refer back to my first few sentences of this post.  Even though I still don't identify as a blonde, I still like to surprise myself.  I'm not used to my new look yet, but 'll embrace it.  Because no matter what they say - blondes have more fun, brunettes are smarter, etc. etc., hair color doesn't change the heart.