Chopped

It's only natural that when I do such an epic change that I write about it. I honestly don't know what came over me. I use to be the girl in high school that changed her hair constantly with different cuts and colors. Then I just got stuck in a rut. If anyone knows me they know that I could never be blonde enough and my hair could never be long enough. Then I started to doubt it.

You laugh maybe cause I am sitting here literally telling you a story about my hair, but any girl could tell you that their hair is a big part of them. That it is something that helps express who they are. It is like picking out an outfit for the day when you do your hair. It goes with your mood and how you want to represent yourself.

For me long blonde hair was it. And then I got over it. It wasn't easy. I was like a little nervous girl on her first date. Actually it's more like walking down the aisle and having really really cold feet (not that I know anything about walking down the aisle but I can only assume that making such a huge decision makes you nervous and ask the question if you're doing the right thing).

So the day came that I went to Gilroy to hang out with my mom and get a bang trim. And I was sitting in Kristen's chair I just told her it was time. I was ready to let go of the 18 year old girly hair. And she was so shocked she said come back at 5 and we will do it today. I just said OK.

As the time passed my anticipation grew, not of regret but excitement that I was changing a little something of me. And I know it changes me cause I can tell that people already look at me different, and I even look at myself differently. So when it came time to sit in the chair I was a nervous wreck. Mostly anticipating and hoping it would look good and I would feel comfortable with it. Not only did I tell Kristen she could do whatever she wanted, I told her she didn't even have to tell me what she was doing. Talk about putting your goods in someone else's hands. Stephanie's eyes went huge and ran and got me a glass of wine. She decided it would calm my nerves. So they had me stand up to cut the massive length. My stomach really was in knots. So Steph held my hand and I squeezed it as if I was undertaking a huge operation. Oh I am silly.

Yes, I did feel the weight drop off in seconds (they of course threw away the hair before I could see the length, but it was 8 inches if not a little more). Then I saw Kristen work her magic with the scissors and felt even better. When she was finished I barely recognized myself. Kristen was right, I didn't look 18 anymore. I looked more mature, more stylish, and a hell of a lot more like I was having some fun.

I'm not gonna lie though, drastic changes can be real eye openers. They can put a spunk in your step or a little smirk on your face. You can see yourself from a different angle. And I love the change. It's another chapter!

The Act of Sleeping

I love to sleep. I know a lot of people love to sleep. Most of us wish we could spend a lot of our lives in bed. Not necessarily sleeping ;) but we do wish we could stay in the peaceful dream like state for more then we actually get.

But sometimes I wish our bodies didn't need that much sleep. I know that I am probably speaking sin right now to most but hear me out.

Imagine all the things you could do in a day. I mean during the morning, the day, and the quiet night. Imagine all the projects you could get done. All the productive things you could do. Sometimes I just feel like there is not enough time. That's weird to be thinking at the not so ripe age of 23. But I can't help it.

There are so many things just waiting out there for us. Waiting for us to create, engage in, experience. I don't want to miss it all by sleeping.

DON'T SLEEP YOUR LIFE AWAY.

A Glimpse of My Thirties

A customer came into Trader Joe's the other day. She was an adorable little brunette woman. Her personality was bubbly and fun, and she's typically one of the customers we all cross are fingers for. It's like a breathe of fresh air to help someone who's kind and actually has a personality.

As she was standing there babbling on about something she told me she, "Ate shit outside." Then of course she quickly said, "Oh shit I can't say shit, I mean crap." Anyway she cringed a moment and went on with her story. She of course fell into a huge puddle and half her body was soaked. It didn't help that she was wearing stiletto boots. But I didn't mention that part.

Then I told her how she was a woman after my own heart. That I had just previously had quite the escapades myself. At Sarah's birthday celebration I fell three separate times. The first night I was completely wasted. And it was the worst kind of wasted because I didn't even want to be drunk but because I don't drink hard alcohol much, it snuck up on me. I was ok all the way home and up the stairs. But apparently the top step succeeded in beating me. I really don't recall much of it, however the bruises made me inquire the next morning. Good thing only one person saw the tumble.

The second time however was the worst. I mean just the utter definition of my clumsiness. We were walking across town to go to a bar for Sarah's actual birthday and as we were crossing the street there was a really cute boy waving and smiling from his car who was waiting at the light. Now I had no liquor in me, I was hyper and ready to go, feeling sexy, on my way to celebrate and as I was smiling I turned my head: bam. I was down. There I was in the cross walk right before the curve, on my knees. I don't even know what possessed me to fall. I got up, after hearing "OHHHH," coming from the cars. And just stood straight against a wall. I mean really, even I was stunned. I looked down at my skinned knees and was just dumbfounded. Falling sober. Pathetic.

The last time was after the bar while we were standing outside waiting for taxis. Not only were we standing with a huge group of people, I was talking to some Irish folk that I was drunkenly enamored with. And I was going to go follow them, tripped on uneven pavement. This time I was down and stayed down. After falling three times to cement, I was just utterly defeated. Not only was I bruised and in pain, but I had a river of blood squirming down my leg.

So you see I stood there and told this customer about my clumsy self and that I was probably the best person to sympathize with. It is second nature for me. I may look normal from the outside but underneath my clothes is a plethora of bumps and bruises. And here she laughed and said that I had an interesting life ahead of me because I was her at that age. Apparently I'm not growing out of this one.

p.s. I have an endless list of falling stories. If you must inquire for a good chuckle, please do so. The Sharks game fall was probably the most infamous. Yes, you can only imagine what that entails.