What cutting my hair taught me about motivation
I had a dream. No, not the Martin Luther King type. The type where something happens in your dream and you wake up thinking, hey, I’m gonna try that right now. Hold your horses, it’s not that exciting (and it’s definitely not raunchy), but it’s worth a blog post at least. I don’t know where […]
I had a dream. No, not the Martin Luther King type.
The type where something happens in your dream and you wake up thinking, hey, I’m gonna try that right now.
Hold your horses, it’s not that exciting (and it’s definitely not raunchy), but it’s worth a blog post at least.
I don’t know where I was in my dream, I don’t have any idea who was in it (not Ryan Gosling, I can tell you that much), but I do remember taking matters into my own hands and cutting my own hair.
For all of you hair experts, I know this isn’t a huge. But for someone who’s pretty picky about who cuts their hair, and can’t even draw a line with a ruler, it was a bit of a big deal.
Acting on my dream
So, I wake up, reinvigorated, ready for a hair cut. I am motivated. Nope, I’m not going to go to my usual salon - as lovely as it is - I’ve got a stubborn determination to do it myself.
(An aside: I dyed my hair blue four weeks prior and really embraced ‘I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks’ ,so I wasn’t that worried about screwing up my hair. My main concern was giving myself a bowl cut and looking like this guy).
I quickly googled and youtubed how to cut your hair, put in a fringe and add layers and take what my partner lovingly tells me are hairdressing scissors (I’m still dubious), and then I went for it.
Remember I talked about hacking my garden bush before? This time wasn’t much better. But I roughly got the hang of it, and just figured I’d keep going.
Fast forward and I’ve finished my new hairstyle.
The outcome
And it looks pretty good! Okay, maybe you can tell that the scissors were a little blunt but apart from that, I have layers, I don’t have a bowl cut and my hair has a bit more shape to it.
The lesson here?
Sometimes it’s about just going for it. Admitting you’re not an expert and trying it anyway.
What’s the worse that can happen, really?
[Tweet "We can spend our lives sitting on the sidelines, waiting for perfection, or we can just go for it and accept any mishaps."]
I know which I’d prefer.
What about you? I’d love to hear about any experiences you’ve had, or haircuts gone wrong!