Hair today—err tomorrow

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I have often asked myself the question: Who am I?

A question you may have asked yourself a dozen times or you may have never dipped your toes in those waters. May be I am now goading you to ask yourself that question. Does not matter, back to my question … who am I?

I am a woman passionate about life, about living and everything else revolves around this core. Health, well being, family, friends and personal values are all threads that intertwine and make up my being that I present to myself and to the world. In a way, I am my own marketer. I advertise my product (ME) to my world by my spirit, the way I walk, talk, chump and the family and friends that I call my own. If you care about me, my general summation is that you like the universe I am in and you want to be a part of it. I have to admit, I am honoured to have you in my space.

My soul was dancing as my haute friends handed me the most valuable currency—that of human exchange, frank ones at that. My soul was dancing with a purpose

My friends are precious and add a fillip to my existence. They put the “S” in my spirit and the “F” in our interactions. Oh yes, “F” stands for frankness in case you are trespassing on to unchartered territory.

On a sunny wintery morning I agree to meet my gal pals over lunch. I am keen to do a social experiment in a bid to enhance my image. Soon we were snorting with laughter, a giveaway clue to strike. I nonchalantly give each one a piece of paper and ask them to rate their take on my recently acquired hair colour. On a scale of 1-5, each one had to surreptitiously put a number on the paper. I wanted the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. With a little coaxing my social savants put down their opinions anonymously. I neatly fold the paper, thanked them for their frankness and looked forward to reading them when I got home.

Once at home I change into my comfortable PJs and make myself a cup of tea and opened the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. What I read had me speechless. Words escaped me. Emoticons came to my rescue.

In the spirit of friendship and humanity, I can put my hand on my heart and say I am touched (not tarnished) by the positive affirmations (not negative adulations) of my friends. Or was my happy aura fuelled by the umpteen cups of tannins and glasses of antioxidants, helping me to mellow into a happy maiden. Many things can be preserved in alcohol and dignity is definitely one of them. My soul was dancing as my haute friends handed me the most valuable currency—that of human exchange, frank ones at that. My soul was dancing with a purpose.

Next day, a trip to the hairdresser had me looking like my ole self. The blond redhead gave way to the dominating brunette. Geez it feels good to be back again!

 

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