Change is a funny thing. I used to be a firm believer that people didn’t really change. We were who we were and that was that. You played with the cards life dealt you.
That was until it was ME that wanted to change. Until it was me that WAS changing. Until a dear friend said “Maybe you weren’t ready before. Now you are.”
Without going into all the gory details, because god knows that laundry doesn’t need to be aired out for all, let’s just say I’m looking forward to a much simpler, much less stressful, happy life.
And I realized just the other day, that without my even knowing it, my outsides had begun to match my insides.
Almost a year ago I went from being a very high maintenance blonde:
Back to my natural color:
Minus touch-ups for the gray that pushes it’s insistent self through. Which to me, ISN’T natural. How can a 22 year old go gray???
In addition, the other major change as of late is my nails went from these claws:
to these…
Sorry for making those of who have known me for my entire adult life pass out from the shock.
You see, for the past 14 years (Yes, really. One. Four.) I have gone into the nail salon dutifully every two weeks. Spending countless hours and countless cash for this upkeep.
And then one day, a couple weeks ago, I literally couldn’t take it anymore. It all of the sudden seemed so absurd and such a colossal pain in the ass. I had this overwhelming feeling that I wanted them off. That I needed THEM GONE. NOW!
And even though someone last Saturday night said, “What happened to your beautiful nails? Last time I saw you they were so nice.” I love this new part of me.
Don’t worry my Minneapolis friends; I promise I haven’t turned into a total Madison Hippie. I won’t start dating men who don’t shower and I won’t turn in my cotton for hemp. I also won’t give up my heels for clogs… Except, oops. It might be a little too late for that one.
I know it’s not the end of 2008 and perhaps I should have saved all this great self reflection for a New Years Resolution. But really? Why wait? Change is good. It’s refreshing and hopeful. And I’m happy. I’m digging this new Mikkimoto.
Just like my new weak baby nails that are finally seeing the light after being in the dark for more than a decade, we will both get stronger with time and cherish this new natural life.
But um, if anyone has some good tips on how to get my rice paper consistency nails into something that resembles anything even remotely strong, PLEASE let me know.
One day I’ll like to use my nails to scratch my head instead of the nearest utensil.
