So today, I’m hunting for my mojo a little bit. I’ve had it pointed out to me that I’ve lost a little bit of my zest… my ker-pow… my nutty superpowers. Frankly, I stuck my bottom lip out a little bit, ready for a little sulk. After all, it’s been a complete bitch of a year personally… surely that’s excuse enough for being a little… jaded?
But when I really think about it, my sparkle has been dimming bit by bit for a couple of years now. I don’t know whether it’s getting older… or not being 100% cheery about the day-job… or having the usual little disappointments which can knock you back stack up just far enough that I’ve stopped believeing in magic.
Nah. That’s rubbish. I still believe in magic. 100%
And then it comes to me- as it always does at this point. Something trivial and funny… but something which always gets me in the same way. My hair is back to its natural colour again. For what feels like the millionth time since I was a teenager, I’ve just finished growing the red colouring out of my hair. See- told you it was trivial.
Yep – I had red hair. Sometimes a little gingery, sometimes darker and sometimes a real, vibrant red. And somehow, my behaviour always escalated to match my hair colour. I was brave and exuberant and silly and irreverent. At almost 6 feet tall, it’s very difficult for me to blend in at the best of times. With the red hair? Completely impossible. It served both as armour and a shot of emotional caffeine.
And now? Now I’m back to what someone once described as golden mouse. It’s not bad… it’s not really anything else either. And I feel like my personality has adjusted to match.
The secret, of course, would be to learn to generate that pizaz from within… but it’s all about how you feel, isn’t it? Right now… I have to admit that pillar-box red is looking really tempting again!!
What do you think? Should this jaded old bird go bright again?
Catch you tomorrow,
Eveningart x