Taking Chances

The other day I wrote about having the courage to step out and do something really different. Yesterday turned out to be one of those days.

It started out simply enough. I went to the hairdresser. I am currently "seeing" a young man named Jake, a student at the Paul Mitchell School in nearby Kaimuku. Jake had cut my hair several weeks ago, cut it shorter than I really liked (but cut exactly what I asked for), so we were learning together about making adjustments. He spent a lot of time asking what I was looking for in a hair style. I want to be able to go out in the wind and come in looking maybe a little windblown, but not a complete disaster. Been having trouble with that in Hawaii. So he thought, and he trimmed, and he shaped, and I could see the wheels turning. Eventually he asked about a "deep conditioning" treatment to soften up some of the frizzies that natural curls acquire in humid environments. Then he added, "with a little temporary color".

I balked. I argued with myself. After all, I've gone this far in life without coloring my hair. Why start now? Then I though about that bulldozer, and new directions. Offered the thought that Sarah would opt for burgandy. Jake thought that was a great plan. The compromise? When I look in the mirror, I see almost a dark blonde. Blonde????? What do you see? It's really all the same color. We have to make allowances for the webcam and its limitations.

Interestingly, at the hospital yesterday afternoon several people commented that I look different. Universally, they saw only the style (straight) -- not the color change. Once I style this cut myself it will likely look different. We shall see. Meanwhile, the students cut and style into what they are taught, encouraged to learn the basics before they begin to improvise. Good plan!

Find something positive about today. Give thanks. Don't forget to pray!