Growing Up

Forgive me, all my many followers, (ahem... Chelsea) for my very very poor blogging habits. I make a vow to try to do a better job at it from here on out. Well, again... where to start...? It's amazing how much life has happened... how many small things have added up... I will just have to begin with the present; to attempt to summarize all that has taken place between my last post and now would just be ridiculous. The main thing in my life right now is my age. I recently had a birthday. I turned 20 years old, and am now a real... woman, I guess you could say. I'm not a teenager anymore, which I find quite depressing. On my birthday I had a small emotional break-down in the car, and sobbed pitifully (although I claim it was not a sob,, they were quite tears... but speaking while crying just always sounds strange) "I... just... really... didn't... want... to... turn.......... 20!!!!!" A few days later I was wandering around the aisles of hyvee (because the store generally overwhelms me and I can never seem to focus very well there) and had a moment of impulsivity. I believe that I was still experiencing emotional instability due to my recent birthday and it led to an interesting decision choice. I bought a box of red hair dye. When I came home, I found Chelsea studying diligently for her upcoming exam, and excitedly showed her my hyvee treasure. She was not so taken by the idea. I forced her to help me in the end, telling her that she just needed to support me. I realize now that she was only trying to protect me. What if I looked awful as a red head? And she had been an accomplice in my negative transformation? She helped me anyways, and she supported me in the moments when I really needed some support. I looked in the mirror, only 7 more minutes until washing the dye out... "OH NO!!!! It's pink! It's orange! It's NOT the color on the box!! What have I DONE!? I've ruined my hair forever!" I washed the dye out immediately. I blow dried my hair (I was too impatient to see the color to let it air dry) and examined carefully the final results. Chelsea the whole time, reassuring me that it had indeed turned out okay, and hadn't turned out to be the disaster I expected to find after those few horrific moments in front of the mirror. I have decided that I like being a red head, and I am thankful for that fateful day in hyvee, standing in the isle, gazing at the many boxes. Do I miss my blond hair? Perhaps... but for now it's nice to have a little change. I am 20 now after all, and a small rebellious, spontaneous moment was in place. Thank you, Chelsea, for your support! In the small things, such as hair-dying, and the big things, such as life! :)