Today has been a nice lazy day for just relaxing, reading, watching a movie and hanging out with the family. It's very warm and humid and we are under a severe thunderstorm watch, which seems surprising as it's so sunny out. I'm sure that the dark clouds will sneak up on us suddenly.
It's another one of those days where I've just tossed my hair up in a wrapped hair stick bun, as I'm not in the mood to do anything fancy.
I'm at peace with my hair again, and just forgetting about it for the most part. Those are always the best times for me--when I really don't look at or think about my hair. I just put it up, forget about it, and in a few weeks I'm surprised at how much it's grown. I hope I can stay in this mode for a while.
My bangs need a trimming again. I really have to give them a trim about every two weeks. I don't like to cut too much off, or they look too short, but it does mean frequent trimming. However, it's second nature to me now to trim my bangs, and it only takes a minute or two. It's nice to not have to think about going to a salon just to have my bangs trimmed the way I used to back in the day.
One thing I never seem to get used to, even after all these years, is just how quickly my white roots grow in. It's only been three weeks since my last touch-up, but the roots are very obvious, depending on how I style my hair. That's another plus about bangs; my roots don't show up at the hairline too much. So I still have a while before I have to do another touch-up.
I was looking at my projected hair growth chart, and I see that if all goes according to plan, I will be firmly at waist length in a year's time. That will be just in time for my fiftieth birthday!
This coming Friday, I turn 49. I can't remember anymore what I imagined I would be like at this age. I don't think I ever expected that I would be happily be wearing my hair flat and straight. I was so obsessed with getting height, curls and volume for so many years, that I'm quite sure I would never have seen my future as someone who is entirely happy with my straight, fine hair, and leaving it that way every day. I don't think I would have imagined going days at a time without wearing makeup either. But that's the way it is.
I really was such a slave to hair and makeup when I was younger. I feel a bit sorry for that young woman who felt unworthy of just being herself. I am so happy that I got past all of that.
Don't get me wrong. I still do wear makeup if I'm going out somewhere nice, and I still like it. I just no longer feel it necessary anymore if I'm just at home or nipping out to the store or to the doctor's, the way I used to.
Anyway, today is one of those days when I appreciate that I've grown very comfortable in my own skin. It sure took long enough!