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What the f*** is going on here??

I haven't wasted too much energy boring you all with yet another decision to grow my locks out again, because I seem to do this on a regular basis and the process is maddening.

There are the phases..endless strange moments as the very short pixie layers grow out a bit.

There was the decision to highlight again because, as it turns out, I am NOT ready to be just silver and dark brown yet.

There is the goal setting..'this is the look I'm shooting for..I think..at this moment in time but my mood/vision could change at any moment and we might have another target entirely'.....idea...Erika the Great has a photo on file of the first look I declared to want for this particular growout. She brings it out to show me where we're headed, and fortify me for one more stint of 'just working through the middle layer growout, which is usually the hardest...'

She's amazing.

I am, however, having a hard day. I usually shower, wash my hair, then just brush it and let it do its bad thing, no muss, no fuss, and it actually looks pretty cute most of the time. It's got some flip going on, some interesting light stuff happening since the highlight, and I don't hate it every day though I do notice once or twice that, given free reign, my hair likes to be kind of big and all over the place. That's just how it's happiest, I guess.

Me, today







My friend JL said to just relax and let it be Friday, let the hair just have a day to be its bad self.

She may be right. Again.

What I'm kind of shooting for
I'm not too far from my goal. My hair grows fast, so maybe I need to just chill and know that ...it'll be worth it in the end?

I sure as hell hope so.
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