Change. I don’t like it. I can talk all day about how I want certain things in my life to be different, but the reality is that growth requires change. And I don’t like change. Yes, I have my spontaneous moments when I’m around friends that bring out my whimsical side, but for the most part I love routines and predictability. But the thing about routines is that they have to start somewhere. Before my toddler started associating milk and storytime with sleep, I had to teach her that. It’s no different with me. New routines can be unsettling, but once I get used to them, they just become the norm.
This yearning for growth, but fear of the change that must take place for me to grow, makes me grateful for stumbling on the 101 Things in 1001 Days Challenge back in January. Although most of the items on my list may seem minor or even trivial, they represent stepping stones of change for me.
A couple of the items on the list are in the works, but I do have a little update to share! I’ve completed two more. As you may remember:
36. Dye my hair and/or get a hair cut
100. Buy a needed item from an African American-owned business
Soooo…I DYED my hair y’all! While this may seem minor to some, I have been deathly afraid of putting any chemicals in my hair since doing my last Big Chop in the summer of 2009. (Before that, I had honey blonde highlights on my relaxed hair in high school.) I remember the day like it was yesterday, I was on summer break from college and about to study abroad in London, England for 6 weeks. I knew it was the perfect time to cut the last of my relaxer off. I made a natural hair salon appointment and never looked back. Since going natural, I used henna several times. I noticed a slight reddish tint which some of my coworkers seemed to notice, but it wasn’t bold enough for me to get too excited about it.
All that to say…on March 13, 2015, I dyed a front portion of my hair with Clairol Textures & Tones in Cherrywood. It took me so long to decide on a color, that I just picked one and hurried to the check-out line in the store before I changed my mind and put it back. My heart was beating fast on the day when I decided to apply the color. Would I look a hot mess if I don’t dye all of it? Would I look a hot mess if I DO dye all of it? I don’t want to have to tint my eyebrows. Will folks look at me crazy? Lord, how is this color going to look on my head because I look nothing like the lady on the box?! I decided to just jump in and embrace the change with the thought that if it turned out to be a disaster, I could always get a cute hair cut and just be free. Aren’t we just either sick and tired of our hair or either overprotective of it depending on our mood? Smh. I didn’t like the results at first, but after a week or so, I really liked it!
Now on to #100 on my 101 in 1001 list.
Little L and I took a stroll in the beautiful Hyde Park neighborhood of Chicago, which is where I purchased some much needed earrings from a Black-owned cultural arts store called Kilimanjaro International. I’d lost the only pair of earrings that I could find and felt naked without any. I headed to a spot that I’d purchased from a few times before, but not since a couple years ago. I purchased some beautiful handmade earrings: one is a depiction of an Igbo tribal mask while the other is a symbol of prosperity (once I remember its origin, I will let you all know).
That’s all I got for you all today! How do you view change and/or what’s new with you? Let me know in the comments below or on Facebook. Stay positively optimistic and powerful folks 😉