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)
-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.
Just shine, my friend.
You don't need to be, do, or have anything.