It's Only Hair

She stands in front of the mirror, blow drying her once dark auburn locks. Much lighter now, not quite blonde ...perhaps strawberry blonde? She wonders what it will look like in the mod ing sunshine.
As she dries her hair she thinks about the woman she now sees. Is she different? More confident? More controlled? More enjoyable?

She considers tomorrow's questions of 'why'. She wonders the answer. Was she bored? Depressed? Searching? She will tell people she did it because it is summertime and she had been wanting to. But that's a lie. Like a child her life has felt so uncontrollable for the past twelve months. Men have come and gone, friendships blossomed while others faded. Moves and new jobs. Court cases and a new dog. Debts incurred and car accidents have left her reeling. She has lost the ability to effectively control or manage any part of her life. But today she found control I her ability to change just her hair. It's a healthier control than she had previously excercised.

So sure, it's only hair...but today it was the start of a plan to gain strength and recapture control over at least one thing in her life.