I write today’s blog post, as I‘m reeling from a bad haircut.
Yes, I do realise this is a clearly a very first-world problem – a first-world problem that I have to grow out nevertheless (I’ve been in that place where you tinker more and just make it worse. Definitely not going there.)
So let’s look at what happened? Is my hairdresser a moron? He really isn’t. He’s actually a really sweet guy and I’ve have many good haircuts. So, that would mean that I’m the weakest link. Hmmm.
I went in this morning with a clear idea of what I wanted (so far, so good), but as we talked, I realised that I’d done a variation of it before, and it hadn’t worked (without copious amounts of gel). So then I got thinking about what I had before that had worked. That seemed like a good idea.
But then I wanted something different and I did really want to grow my hair (while the short hair is cute, I’ve been thinking I want to do a more feminine, flowy thing).
In hindsight, I should have just been bold and gone for the first option. Sure I would have had to grow it a little more to get it exactly how I wanted it, but it had been a clear plan that I had thought out.
Option 2 was to go backwards. I knew it worked, but knew I would eventually get back to here, the place where I’d be growing it out again.
So then I asked the question that you never ask a hairdresser: what do you think?
It’s not that you never ask a hairdresser. You never ask anyone. You’re not looking for an opinion; you’re just looking for support for your opinion. And if you don’t know what your opinion is, the answer is never going to be what you want to hear, no matter how much you pretend that it is.
So that’s what I did. I listened, and then I didn’t. Half way through the short back and sides, I said to go shorter on the top like the cut I knew that had worked. Changing your mind mid-plan, any plan, is never ever ever a good idea, not least of all when you’re not the one executing said plan.
So now I have a mullet. Or at least that’s what it feels like. In all honesty, it doesn’t look that bad. I would even go as far as to say I can just about carry it. I figure I just need to “act as if” it’s what I wanted in the first place and I’ll be fine. Except all of you now know.
But the silver lining in all of this, is that it is just hair and it will grow back. Because it’s short, it’s likely I’ll be through the worst of it in a few short weeks (just in time for our family cruise, thank heavens, otherwise my mum will be having some serious kittens).
I think of how many other plans of mine have been half-baked and the consequences that have resulted. It’s that whole thing about having a clear intention and sticking to it. As Simon Sinek would say, think about the “why”, the reason you do something.
Had I stuck to my why (looking cool, feeling feminine), I would not be here. I need to remember this the next time I have a change of heart about a plan, whether it’s cooking a meal, going on a trip or even buying a car. I need to be very, very, very clear about what I want.
That’s the only way the Universe is going to find me my perfect haircut.
