Here is your random lesson on disappointment…
IG is the devil.
These past few months, I been in a weird space. Happy for the most part but I been feeling really blah/ugly.
PSA - Save the "girllllll you so fine” “What? You crazy?” “Love yourself” STFU SIO”. We all have moments of self-consciousness and insecurity. Its what you do about it and handle it that is truly the testament for who you are and how far it goes. I remind myself everyday I’m magic and fuck who don’t agree. Its just some days I don’t listen as much as others.
Anywho, I think with the lack of time for the gym (this is where I tell my trainer to please stop side eyeing me), because of my crazy work schedule, I just been off. So instead of making more time for the proven solutions, I decided to go blonde. Lmao. Keep your judgement. I embarked on this blond balayage dream journey. My hair dresser Gabrielle Corney has been amazing. She didn't lie to me and told me exactly what I needed to do and that it wouldn’t be easy removing the black from my ends (because I can’t just leave my hair alone) and preserving my curls. But it could be done. I went a fire red, and then a golden blonde (it still wasn’t right but we need time before sessions to make sure I wasn’t bald and that black color was stubborn baybeee). After this last session I thought I was Beyonce and straighten my hair and retouched it a few times with the flat iron….
*It was then she knew she had fucked up*
IG is the devil.
These past few months, I been in a weird space. Happy for the most part but I been feeling really blah/ugly.
PSA - Save the "girllllll you so fine” “What? You crazy?” “Love yourself” STFU SIO”. We all have moments of self-consciousness and insecurity. Its what you do about it and handle it that is truly the testament for who you are and how far it goes. I remind myself everyday I’m magic and fuck who don’t agree. Its just some days I don’t listen as much as others.
Anywho, I think with the lack of time for the gym (this is where I tell my trainer to please stop side eyeing me), because of my crazy work schedule, I just been off. So instead of making more time for the proven solutions, I decided to go blonde. Lmao. Keep your judgement. I embarked on this blond balayage dream journey. My hair dresser Gabrielle Corney has been amazing. She didn't lie to me and told me exactly what I needed to do and that it wouldn’t be easy removing the black from my ends (because I can’t just leave my hair alone) and preserving my curls. But it could be done. I went a fire red, and then a golden blonde (it still wasn’t right but we need time before sessions to make sure I wasn’t bald and that black color was stubborn baybeee). After this last session I thought I was Beyonce and straighten my hair and retouched it a few times with the flat iron….
*It was then she knew she had fucked up*
(Guys if I’m losing you, I’m about to bring it back to the point).
I had some heat damage on my curls. I was tight. I am definitely an instant gratification person and I was already way past my patience level. Plus, this color was supposed to make me feel more beautiful and here I was feeling defeated. But I promised myself a more patient. I trucked on. Waited and MOST of my curls came back. I love my hair long but I ain’t in the game of holding on to things that are not repairable *coughanymorecough*.
Now pay attention because this is where everything hit home.
My best friend and me have been lusting over the cuts of a popular hair stylist on IG (I won't name her because from what I know, she is VERY talented). We were hype as hell to get these appointments and get these curls cut and shut the damn game down. Went together to get “our lives changed”. I sat in her chair all excited, show her what I am looking for, explain in detail cause I am very knowledgeable about my own hair, and wait for the magic to happen.
The way she hacked at my hair I felt like I was in a cartoon.
I watched her cut my curls with no rhyme or reason. Just go in like Edward Scissorhands.
Now I’m panicking…
But I am being patient and saying to myself I’m being dramatic. Immediately I hate it, Saturday and Sunday it's in a puff so I tolerate it… and then Monday I wash it…
And then I realized I had a mullet.
I was about to go back to Caesar Sio. I had had it. I was done. In the midst of all the the other crazy shit I had going on in my life, my hair was a mess and it was the last m*f*ing straw. I had my last color session with Gabby and I was over it. Ready to tell her taper it with the color and ill figure it out later. She even tried to convince me it wasn’t that bad under she tuned got to the back of my blow dried hair and said “Ohhh” Lol.
She refused to cut it and forced on me the patience I swore I lost. She colored my hair beautifully, and we made a plan to get my life back together.
Ok. Story done. So, what’s the lesson here? That disappointment is inevitable in life, especially when we chose a road that isn’t the exact right one. Short cuts are just faster ways to get to the wrong destination. Now my hair isn’t perfect, but I’m going to be patient and not do something rash that will turn my “not the best decision” into “bitch you played yourself”. No one is making ALL the right decisions, but it's how we handle disappointment of those losses that helps us to make the right ones when split decisions come again. Some of my most impactful and appreciated lessons were hidden in the depths of the most devastating disappointments. It’s so much easier said than done… but we all need the reminder right?
The real lesson though: Everything looks better on the IG honeys, including hair.
I had some heat damage on my curls. I was tight. I am definitely an instant gratification person and I was already way past my patience level. Plus, this color was supposed to make me feel more beautiful and here I was feeling defeated. But I promised myself a more patient. I trucked on. Waited and MOST of my curls came back. I love my hair long but I ain’t in the game of holding on to things that are not repairable *coughanymorecough*.
Now pay attention because this is where everything hit home.
My best friend and me have been lusting over the cuts of a popular hair stylist on IG (I won't name her because from what I know, she is VERY talented). We were hype as hell to get these appointments and get these curls cut and shut the damn game down. Went together to get “our lives changed”. I sat in her chair all excited, show her what I am looking for, explain in detail cause I am very knowledgeable about my own hair, and wait for the magic to happen.
The way she hacked at my hair I felt like I was in a cartoon.
I watched her cut my curls with no rhyme or reason. Just go in like Edward Scissorhands.
Now I’m panicking…
But I am being patient and saying to myself I’m being dramatic. Immediately I hate it, Saturday and Sunday it's in a puff so I tolerate it… and then Monday I wash it…
And then I realized I had a mullet.
I was about to go back to Caesar Sio. I had had it. I was done. In the midst of all the the other crazy shit I had going on in my life, my hair was a mess and it was the last m*f*ing straw. I had my last color session with Gabby and I was over it. Ready to tell her taper it with the color and ill figure it out later. She even tried to convince me it wasn’t that bad under she tuned got to the back of my blow dried hair and said “Ohhh” Lol.
She refused to cut it and forced on me the patience I swore I lost. She colored my hair beautifully, and we made a plan to get my life back together.
Ok. Story done. So, what’s the lesson here? That disappointment is inevitable in life, especially when we chose a road that isn’t the exact right one. Short cuts are just faster ways to get to the wrong destination. Now my hair isn’t perfect, but I’m going to be patient and not do something rash that will turn my “not the best decision” into “bitch you played yourself”. No one is making ALL the right decisions, but it's how we handle disappointment of those losses that helps us to make the right ones when split decisions come again. Some of my most impactful and appreciated lessons were hidden in the depths of the most devastating disappointments. It’s so much easier said than done… but we all need the reminder right?
The real lesson though: Everything looks better on the IG honeys, including hair.
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