"Just make it small." She laughs every time I say it, but every time, that's all I can give her.
My hairstylist and friend, Rebecca, can not fully grasp the trauma I suffered, being a child of the 80's and 90's, on Long Island, in the days of big hair and big accents. So she just chuckles and works her magic.
Wait a second.
Hair?
Jen, you're sending us a blog post about your hair?
Well, yeah. This is Friday right? I gotta get personal right?
So yes, I'm sharing about the big hair chop I got this week, because it pretty much sums me up these days.
1. I bet you know how insane mornings can be as a mom. Kids, workouts, drop offs, work. Time is precious and if I could cut 20 minutes out of my morning (literally!), you bet I will.
2. I have a love/hate with change. I bet we all do. It scares me but not as much as regret does. So something small like my hair (pun intended, Rebecca!) can give me confidence to make bigger changes.
3. Frumpy mom. The term sits on my brain and lingers. What better way to spruce up my frumpiness than with a fun new haircut?
4. It's just hair and it grows back. I'm learning not to be afraid to take risks.
So that's my story this week.
What about you?
What fun changes are you thinking about?
What are you afraid of?
Share with me!
Oh and for the best hair stylist in town, call Rebecca!
She's THE BEST!
Keep smiling,
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