Brighter than the Sun!
Sometimes we simply have to force ourselves to stand up... dust off, walk forward, stand tall, head held high and chin up!
I have received so many wonderful and kind comments, emails, tweets and messages over the past couple of days. Your care and concern truly amazes me and I appreciate you all taking the time to contact me from the bottom of my heart. Your comments were my ray of light on a very rainy day.
The night before last I called my mother and asked for a contribution to my fund. "What fund is this?" She asked. The highlighting fund I replied, eagerly! I need to be blond again, I explained. I am always happiest when I am blond... when I am really blond! (Even though it is illegal, I have been financially cut off from my soon to be ex husband receiving only a meager amount for groceries and gas.)
So yesterday, after my Zumba class, I showered and dressed in my faded bootleg jeans, sexy zip-up boots, little black sweater and my Mac Daddy (meaning oversized) black pearl earrings. I already had a spring in my step. I turned the radio on in the car and opened up the windows. The songs that I have just added to my playlist that's now back on my blog, played at some point during my drive. I could feel the sadness start to melt away. I could feel the old me return... the me that knows everything really will be alright. In fact, the me that knows that everything will be better than alright!
I got to the salon and hugged my colorist hello. I have followed her highter and thither and would follow her to the moon and back. I told her that I needed to get out of my funk. She knew exactly what I needed... she knew exactly what I wanted. The lighter the hair the lighter the mood!
My hair and my mood are now brighter than the sun!
What is it that you do when you have to chase away the Mean Reds?
XOXO
I have received so many wonderful and kind comments, emails, tweets and messages over the past couple of days. Your care and concern truly amazes me and I appreciate you all taking the time to contact me from the bottom of my heart. Your comments were my ray of light on a very rainy day.
The night before last I called my mother and asked for a contribution to my fund. "What fund is this?" She asked. The highlighting fund I replied, eagerly! I need to be blond again, I explained. I am always happiest when I am blond... when I am really blond! (Even though it is illegal, I have been financially cut off from my soon to be ex husband receiving only a meager amount for groceries and gas.)
So yesterday, after my Zumba class, I showered and dressed in my faded bootleg jeans, sexy zip-up boots, little black sweater and my Mac Daddy (meaning oversized) black pearl earrings. I already had a spring in my step. I turned the radio on in the car and opened up the windows. The songs that I have just added to my playlist that's now back on my blog, played at some point during my drive. I could feel the sadness start to melt away. I could feel the old me return... the me that knows everything really will be alright. In fact, the me that knows that everything will be better than alright!
I got to the salon and hugged my colorist hello. I have followed her highter and thither and would follow her to the moon and back. I told her that I needed to get out of my funk. She knew exactly what I needed... she knew exactly what I wanted. The lighter the hair the lighter the mood!
My hair and my mood are now brighter than the sun!
All photos via Pinterest
What is it that you do when you have to chase away the Mean Reds?
XOXO
Jessica