Lately, I’ve been lost. It is as if I’ve misplaced myself. Sort of like your carkeys or your purse. You just can’t remember where you left them or when you saw them last.
I’ve been trying to find a way to shake things up and create change, but each time I do so it turns out to be– unsuccessful. So this weekend I thought I’d go for an appointment at the salon. Maybe something drastic would shock me into finding where I put my pesky self.
And it happened again. It turned out a complete mess. And of course there is no way to paste my brown locks back onto my sad mug. I’m not sure what happened really. Perhaps I was too hasty in my decision to go for a shorter style and not clear enough on what I wanted as a result. The worst part is it cost a small fortunate. Fancy cut, fancy highlights, fancy price.
I’m in no mood to walk back into the fancy place and ask for an adjustment. What is a girl to do? Maybe when I find myself again, I’ll ask her. She would know how to fix this. She would know where to find success.
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