~Never let an earthly circumstance disable you spiritually~
Let’s rewind a bit. Thursday I had an appointment to get my hair colored for the first time in over a year. I was SO excited, anxious, nervous, with a whole lot of anxious added again.
Let’s rewind a little bit more. I previously told you all that I had my reasons for “letting it go” in regards to coloring my hair. Well.. this is why.
Reasons for “Letting It Go”: Well, coloring my hair is a big deal for me. I’ve had many accidents with stylist coloring my hair. Sometimes it doesn’t take & so I don’t do it often. Obviously because, I know how damaging it is to fine hair (like mine). I let it grow out until I absolutely just can’t take the half blonde & half dirty blonde. My hair is very fine, doesn’t grow at a normal rate, it will however stay pinned up with one bobby pin — that’s about the most impressive thing my hair can do.
But that doesn’t matter, I love my hair.
I know that some of you will think that maybe this is superficial & that there are bigger problems in the world. Well, there are. I do not discount those by any means.
(I know that everyone on this planet has something they love about themselves physically. It’s easy to say, “I wish I had this” or “I wish I had that instead of.” But, God blessed us all individually. Each of us has something beautifully unique about us. That’s what makes us all different, yet one in the same.)
What I’m talking about is for me as a single human being. // I cherish the literally fine hairs on my head. As for those of you who do the same, my accident could potentially save you from whatever color you put on your hair.
Now… fast forward back to Thursday>>>>>>>>>>>>> At the Salon.
Maybe it was the glass of wine I had that made me less anxious than I usually am, but for some reason I felt “okay” with whatever my stylist was about to do.
~Paint the color on for a balayage look~
What is that? Great question. Because I should have known beforehand.
After she “paints” the color on, I sat what seemed like a normal amount of time underneath a dryer. Well, it wasn’t – sign 1. I sat under the dryer for about 45 minutes. If you’re a blonde with fine hair & you’re pushing 25 minutes – get out.
Once she moved me to the wash station, I was also there for an unusual amount of time. The conditioning part took longer than normal. Like, WAY longer than normal – sign 2.
So excited to see my new look, we get back to her station for styling. YAY! As she’s drying my hair, I notice that it’s much harder for her to get the brush through my hair. Meh.. okay, it’s just wet? Nope… sign 3.
After she’s finished, I LOVE the new color, can’t wait to go to dinner with my husband & “show it off!” haha…
As I get to the checkout counter, my stylist mentions that I need a deep conditioner to moisturize my hair since since it’s so fine, etc. etc. Okay, so I buy one – sign 4.
All of these little signs, should have triggered something then & there for questioning. But, it didn’t. They were all something that initially struck me as odd but nothing to the magnitude of what was about to actually happen.
Thursday night date night was wonderful. Friday, my husband & I drove down to my hometown to spend the weekend with my family.
Here is where the fun beings…..
Friday night we arrive, I decide I’m going to take a relaxing bath – hence the photo.
After my bath, I start to brush my hair & notice that there are certain areas that are not brushing easily. I started to brush my hair again & realized instantly my hair was reacting differently to each stroke of the brush. It would “pull” then snap back up. Odd right?! So, I started running my hands through it only to find the texture to be tacky.
ALARMS GO OFF… I think, “Okay, that’s not normal. Not normal at all!!” // “Okay, maybe it’s the conditioner you used, it’s new, you’ve never used it, maybe it just didn’t all wash out.”
So, I rewash my hair.
Only to find that that it wasn’t the conditioner. Something was wrong. Really wrong.
Thank goodness, the hair stylist I normally use back home was a phone call away. I started sending him texts, photos, more photos. Only to get a response that was not hopeful but dreadful.
To make his response short & sweet: “It is over-processed (fried, melted).”
The hair that had taken me a year to get right where I wanted it… was now back at square nothing.
It’s painful to hear that your hair is going to fall out due to someone else’s lack of knowledge, lack of attention or honesty. In that very moment… that is what I thought.
Here is where I have to say: I do not blame her (stylist), the salon or anyone else for that matter. I blame myself. I could have gotten up after realizing I was under the dryer for too long, I could have said something didn’t seem right when it took forever to condition my hair, I even could have said something while she was drying my hair, but I didn’t.
All hair types are different, all hair types react differently to highlights, low-lights, bayalage, whatever it is. So I do not blame anyone.
As of now, & for the past two days my head has been coated day & night in Wella Oil, Coconut Oil, leave in conditioner, anything that will penetrate & moisturize my poor hair has absolutely been on my head. If you need suggestions on extra moisturizer for your hair, here is what I’m using:
What did I learn?
I learned that: I need to be more assertive. More outspoken when it comes to putting myself in the hands of another.
I learned to: Never let an earthly circumstance disable me spiritually.
I have learned to: Invest in coconut oil… because I’m going to need it.. 😉
The best part about all of this?
I will admit, I was pretty upset that night… but quickly realized after talking to my Momma… it is just hair.
I am beyond blessed & so very thankful for my husband who was there to attempt at calming me down. 😉 Even more so for my mother, who knows I overreact (loves me for it anyway) but in that moment, she let me. She let me vent, scream, cry & hyperventilate all in one. After I finished (freaking out), she came back & said, “Baby, it’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. It’s just hair… we can fix it. It will grow back & if not, we’ll buy you a wig.” She turned such a horrible moment for me into a positive & even managed to make me laugh with her wig joke.
I also want to mention my Sister & my Best Friend, they both kept me calm when I wanted to cry, told me it looked great & that you couldn’t even tell. // Even though I knew they were lying – it means the world to me that they just wanted to see me happy.
Also, a huge thank you to all of you that texted, DM’d, Snapchatted me, etc. sending your well wishes, prayers, hopeful thoughts & love. It means more to me than you know. XO
Y’all, I know terrible, unthinkable things happen everyday. Break-ups, divorce, cancer, car accidents, natural disasters, starvation, the list goes on… all of those are more devastating than a partial high-light gone wrong. But in that moment, all I could think about was, “It’s my hair.” “It’s the one thing I have least of that I take care of the most! Why did this have to happen?!” // God’s plan for us is bigger than we could ever imagine. Maybe His plan is to make my hair grow back thicker & strong?! Right?! Fingers crossed. But all jokes aside, His plan is ALL that matters.
This is Life… accidents happen. Just remember, most importantly, love, hope & prayer can conquer all.
“Do not be afraid or discouraged for the Lord himself goes before you & will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” Deuteronomy 31:8