Closer to 30
It's true, I'm now closer to thirty than I am to twenty, and on the eve of my 26th birthday, I decided it was time to make a change to reflect all of the other changes that are bound to follow: I got an amazing new color, thanks to Eccotique in Vancouver.
Now, being closer to thirty and all, I must make some other changes in my life. In addition to vowing to say goodbye to ombre and split ends in the process of becoming a true adult, I've also vowed for regular hair color & cuts – and regular trips to the spa to ease my aching, aging muscles.
25 brought me so many incredible lessons, I can hardly count them all. I thought I became an adult at 25, but now looking back over the year, I realize how little I truly know. I'm closer to thirty now, and much closer to knowing full well that I (in reality) actually know very little.
I lost some key relationships this past year, thought I'd hit rock bottom, and – over the past couple of months – discovered that I couldn't have been more wrong. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, my life blossomed with new opportunity, new friendships, new love, and (out of all of that) a whole new me. I've never felt more "me" than I do right now, at 26, and I know in my heart of hearts that I'll only continue to feel more me as I grow into the me I'm supposed to be.
And that me, of course, is not complete without a fresh cut + a fresh new color.
What I'm Wearing: