My conclusion of this blog so far is that it really teaches me things. Sometimes good things but sometimes also bad things. But we all learn from our mistakes right?

Sitting and writing on my MacBook definitely gives me some kind of artsy feeling. I won’t lie. My friends always tell me that I “live in a movie”. I’ll admit, I was bothered by it in the beginning but then eventually I learned that living in a movie means having the power to script and direct your entire life. I won’t lie, in many cases I experience a little voice in my head narrating whatever is happening to me and sometimes even commenting on certain events.

But back to the learning from our mistakes part. Yesterday, I was talking about the fact that being a writer means having no boundaries. Being an artist means exploring things you usually wouldn’t for the sake of a good story. Or maybe it is just a very banal definition that the mainstream artists use. In any case, I decided to go with the flow of it and try it out.

I have been writing a lot about the new changes I went through. New apartment, new job, new roommate. It’s a lot take in right? Well, let me tell you, today I went through an additional change and I am not sure how I feel about it.

I have been wanting to give my Hair a fresh make over for a while now. Just change the color to a natural brown and maybe cut off a couple of inches, so my hair will get its glow and shine back. Once that decision was made in my heart, I called a good friend of mine and asked her if she could come over to help me with that task. A hairdresser, after this expensive move was not an option. Oh the perks of being broke. But that’s a different story for a different post.

She came over with her beautiful husky whom I love so much and after a fair amount of cuddling and kissing him we started the project. The first part went pretty smooth and simple. She put the color on my hair, let it soak for 25 minutes just like the instructions on the package ordered us to do and I went to wash the hair. Then we got to the second part…

She cut the unnecessary hair and this is where we had to stop. But we didn’t. Because why not play with the limits? Pushing the limits is always interesting. It’s like leaving a safe Zone and entering the Danger Zone that only welcomes the brave ones who dare. And we dared. She kept on cutting. and cutting. annnnd cutting. And all I saw was a lot of hair on the ground.  Isn’t that one of the scariest things for a girl? Seeing the hair laying on the ground. It’s like saying goodbye to a big part of you who was there throughout many things. “It’s not you guys, it’s me, I just need a new look” were the apologetic thoughts that went through my mind. When she was done I looked at myself in the mirror. Shoulder long hair. What have I done? But it didn’t end there. It should have but it didn’t. Because once you enter that danger zone it is very hard to escape it. It’s like this little voice telling you “come on, you have made it so far why stop now”. So a new idea came up. Why not cut bangs? FYI- never make important decision when you find yourself in the danger zone. I know that now, I just didn’t know it before.

Well now I am sitting here, blowing the bangs out of my eyes every few seconds and thinking of my upcoming birthday and what to do with my look.

But hey, at least I am an artist now. I left my comfort zone, I did something I didn’t think i was gonna do and have a story to tell. So I guess that by the end of the day, visiting the danger zone is not always the wisest choice but it will always leave you with a story.

Yours,

A not too little girl