red like my hair and like that color I love.

I woke up today not really knowing that this was going to happen.

The whole I-sort-of-have-red-hair-now thing.

See, I went to the salon with the idea of trying to make them match my roots. I do like the blonde hair, but the maintenance! That color is demanding, what with the roots being all exhibitionists, starting their parade only the day after I get my hair all blonde again.

Also, I could feel my hair getting more and more grumpy about the bleach and I was starting to remember with fondness the good ole’ days when my hair was soft.

But when you go from so very blonde to darker, there has to be a filler involved, meaning some kind of crazy color that’s applied in between. So my stylist was applying a blood red (no lie, it was like the halloween special) color to my hair and all these people were passing by and telling me how awesome it looks and really? you’re not keeping it that color?! well, have you thought of it, at least?

No, I have never thought of making my hair match Ronald McDonald’s, believe it or not.

But.

Then other stylists were all saying that I should consider a red, because it just looks sooooooo good…So I caved. But I suggested something darker and there was a compromise and this is what happened cause what kind of work did we do today? TEAMWORK!

And I kind of really like it, actually.

My pop loves it and my mom said her standard line for when she doesn’t like my hair: You’d look beautiful bald, Jess.

Thanks, mom. What a rave review for my new do.

And what else?

Well, I was informed straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak, that a certain someone is dating again. And the nice thing is that it really doesn’t hurt me at all. I actually was quite curious about it, asking questions, though he was hesitant to answer and finally said he didn’t know how appropriate it was to talk to me about this. So I told him, Well, it’s a whole lot easier hearing about the girl you are dating this time around than it was last time around.

And it’s true.

There’s actually no comparison.

And I also started therapy today. Sitting in the waiting room for my very first session was an interesting experience too; I kept looking around at the other people waiting and wondering what it was that they were in here for. I actually felt a little nervous, like I was about to audition.

But then my therapist introduced herself and I was immediately put to ease and guess what? I really like her. I think we are going to get along just fine and she also told me that she has no doubt that I am going to be just fine. She said it just like that, with as much assurance as you would tell me that my hair is now red and goodness, but it felt good to hear.

I am excited to meet with her again, actually. She has kind blue eyes and she’s already on my side and I can tell her about everything and it took me an hour to even tell her about some of it, so to paraphrase that book by Dr. Suess, Oh! The Places We’ll Go!

There’s no telling, but I have a good feeling about it.