How do you know you’re stuck in a hair rut? I’m asking for a friend, aka me, ha ha ha!
I think I might be in the throes of one, and I have mixed feelings about it.
A little backstory –– I’ve had the same long, layered, salt-and-pepper hairdo for a few years now.
Before Connor, I was much more adventurous in terms of color and length. For the past few years, though, I’ve held onto this style because it’s less work.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Long hair has always been lower maintenance for me; I can twist it up into a bun or throw it into a ponytail easily, and if I want to wear it down, all I have to do is curl a few pieces with a curling iron and that’s it.
I totally know what it feels like to want a big hair change. Over the years, I’ve answered the call many times, chopping and highlighting and doing all the things to my hair.
I haven’t felt that way in ages, though. Sure, every once in a while I get antsy to color it again, but someone (usually a hair stylist) talks me out of it.
One of my theories is I’m currently in a season where I need a security blanket, and that’s what this particular style is doing for me right now — comforting me in ways that I subconsciously want and need.
Or perhaps I’m more fearful of change than I used to be.
I’m not sure what the true answer is right now.
Side note, for some reason being in a hair rut makes me think of the teachers I had in middle school. All my teachers, and I mean ALL OF THEM, seemed to have dated hairdos from the ’60s and ’70s. The middle school version of me couldn’t fathom why they didn’t just go for something more hip and modern. I’m realizing now they might’ve been in a season where big changes seemed daunting to them, too.
Anywho, I know it’s just hair, and in the grand scheme of things it’s not that big a deal. But it feels so much deeper than that sometimes.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
P.S. Happy Thursday to you! I hope something wonderful comes your way today.