I mentioned last week that I was less than satisfied with my trip to the hairdresser's. I had my hair cut, and the length was, for the most part, exactly what I had asked for. Except near my face: she gave me face framing layers. Even though I asked for a blunt cut. The definition of a blunt cut is the opposite of layers - the same length everywhere, including the front hairs.
I still hate it.
In the article last week, I speculated if the reason for all this was that God wants to teach me humility and patience or show me that this haircut is the best for me. No. I figured it out. Here's the reason, which is twofold:
To show me that I should keep my hair long, and to teach me to be very specific in voicing my wishes at the hairdresser's.
The point is to teach me a lesson - and teach it the hard way, if I don't get it the easy way. Last time I learned a hair related lesson the hard way was in 2019, when I tried dying my hair with herbal hair dye. My hair turned dark green, and even though it did lighten a little with wash, it didn't go away completely - I had to painstakingly grow it out. I learned a lesson: never, ever, dye your hair with herbal hair color. If something goes wrong, you're stuck with it; no regular hair color can fix the damage.
The difference is that this time, I'm not stuck with ugly colored hair; I just need to spray the front hairs into the hairs behind them to keep them from wisping everywhere and ruining my sculpted look. With root stimulating rosemary oil, this whole thing should feel like distant past in a few month's time. I'll have longer hair again, and if I decide to have it cut bluntly, meaning, to the SAME length EVERYWHERE, I'll go to a new hairdresser and specify my wants specifically, using pictures if necessary.
The point: thanks, God, for teaching me another lesson. It seems that sometimes I need to learn the hard way.
