The New or Simply the Real

This picture was taken during a Saturday brunch recently. That large Bloody Mary is likely a dead giveaway, but nonetheless …

You’ll notice that I’m using my hands to describe something. No, not that, ladies. I’m describing the size of the curlers that were used in my hair. See, I got a new style that Saturday morning. Curly hair. A complete 180 (or is it a 360?) compared to the ‘do I’ve been sporting these many years and why my hair feels brand spanking new. It’s looking a tad springy on the tip top, but by now I’ve learned how to work it.

What surprised the heck out of me was that from the minute I saw my reflection in the mirror, I had a finally-someone-unzipped-the-alien-suit-and-now-I-can-breathe moment. It was me. Not new. Real. Finally. And all I can say is my life has not been the same. Talk about a major shift in perspective, all due to a minor change like a new hairstyle. Who knew that in the grand scheme of things a new ‘do could recalibrate one’s mental machinery so much and so quickly? I’m easier (in a good way), more laid back, more carefree. Just like my hair. Hi, Leisa.