I did not forget Selfie Sunday.
Changing your hair color after going through a major life change seems like such a hack premise at this point – if it were sketch comedy, the line “Get me the Jenkins file” would be its equivalent. But I like to do it anyway. Usually after breakups. Or when I move. I don’t always need a major life change to alter my hair. Sometimes I just feel like it.
I don’t know if the death of my mother had anything to do with my decision to color my hair, but now felt right. I’ve had blond highlights for about two and a half years at this point. It was time. Change is good.
So I’ll be red for a while.
Hey, this post had nothing to do with running. Maybe that will happen sometimes!
