Did you ever think you HAD to be something? To fit the bill of an ideal?
I always felt it necessary to be blonde. As if it gave me something a little extra special. And I could always use it justify victimhood. “I don’t get respect because I am a short blonde woman.”
Well I have no excuse now. I dyed it red. Will I get respect?
The truth is; respect is not garnered by hair color. I may get a superficial judgment at first glance, but when I open up my mouth and speak from my heart, that will be the true measure of who I am.
I do not know if I will ever go back to blonde. I thought it kept me young, kept me attractive, kept me valuable, kept me valid.
The truth is that I define my own value in the world. I deem myself to be of high value. I honor and respect myself, therefore others will respect me. And I choose to show up with confidence, no matter what color is emanating from my skull cap.
Is there something you do that may be holding you back? Are you trying to live up to an ideal that just doesn’t “fit” you or work for you anymore? Do some soul searching. Are you trying to be something you are not, or something that doesn’t resonate with you anymore?
Take that leap. Dye your hair. Run that 5k. Do something for yourself, not for anybody else.