So I got a new do yesterday! It’s a really short, funky, Halle Berry inspired style (I asked her if she could also make me a small, gorgeous, talented black woman but she’s not that good). It’s so cute and my husband says it makes me look younger so you know I am all over that!
Here’s how it happened. The past several times I’ve been to see my hairdresser I’ve come with pictures. Shots I’ve pulled from the internet that I like. Many of these I know full well she can’t make happen because of my hair texture and the way it grows, but I bring them anyway in hopes that one day she’ll say, “We just got this new product in that will make your hair look like Jennifer Aniston’s!”. Yeah…not so much.
What’s funny is, that is not the kind of client I usually am. Usually, I’m the one that sits down and says, “Do what you think will look best” which puts a lot of pressure on the stylist but always ends up looking good. When in doubt…leave it to the professionals right? Right?
Well apparently I had forgotten that which resulted in an unflattering cut followed by a home dye job that was just awful and 2 additional hours out of my day and $200 additional dollars out of my pocket for her to fix it. However, it was worth every penny because I LET GO and WALKED ON FAITH and just let her have her way with my hair. And now…it’s fabulous! (Cue the Hallelujah Chorus.)
Why can’t I do this with other areas of my life? Why can’t I trust God with my life the way I trust my stylist with my hair? My philosophy about hair – it’s just hair, it grows, could also be applied to myself – it’s just you, you’ll grow! And really, what is the worst that can happen? It’s God for Heaven’s sake (pun intended)!
One of the comments from a prior post about letting go said (paraphrasing), “It may happen a little at a time.” Maybe this is my first step in the right direction. Maybe by letting go of this one little thing and then by more little things I learn to trust again and will finally apply it to God again. In any event I’m going to keep praying about it and practicing letting go and listening for the quiet whisper from within my heart.
In the meantime I think I’ll practice a little more by letting go and trusting that my retired husband will get the house cleaned and that no one is going to die if I don’t smell bleach on Saturday morning.
I feel better already…