It’s good to try new things and explore things you’ve always wondered about.
But sometimes it just means realising that you’re actually pretty okay with who you are.
Take the blue hair. My son convinced me.
It became green. Not an all-over green, but definitely not the turquoise, happy artist look I was going for.
Later that afternoon I went to a birthday party at a friend’s house and one of the children told me I looked like a mermaid.
I thought I looked like the Wicked Witch of the West.
Definitely not the look I was going for.
Did it make me feel like someone who wants to have a little bookshop where she also sells cakes? No more than I normally do. I still didn’t think the long-haired, guitar-playing, live-for-the-moment guy was the one for me.
Actually I was quite relieved that the colour faded away so quickly.
But I tried. I did something I’ve always wanted to do. It was fun for a day.
Will I do it again?
Changing my hair won’t change me. And green-haired mermaid didn’t feel like me.
But I’m looking for something.
And I’ll find it one day.