I Am Not My Blonde Hair

It took me 2.5 years to grow all of the hair dye out of my hair.

I remember having a love/hate relationship with being super blonde.

-It was so much maintenance.
-It looked greasy often.
-People didn't take me as seriously (seriously)
-ROOTS!
-I did feel sexy.
-It got good attention.
-I felt cute, relatable, and approachable.

Before, I had this (very subtle) belief that I needed the blonde hair TO BE cute, relatable, sexy, and approachable.

Now, with my natural hair grown out I feel all those things and more.

But I discovered something I hadn't realized before getting all the way back to these bronze locks; I was going for natural and I arrived at whole and complete.

I am not my blonde hair.
I am not my hair at all.
I am not my looks.
I am not my smarts.
I am not my achievements.
I am not my company.
I am not my title.
None of that.

I am an energetic being having a human experience and this soul is boundless.

This soul doesn't have a name, face, or hair to dye.

This soul doesn't have a career, mission, or message.

This soul is pure light shining bright.

Just like the sun.
No mission.
No message.
No purpose.
No measurement.
Just light.
Just shine, my friend.

You don't need to be, do, or have anything.
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Just shine.