Day of Beauty or Horror?

This may have been my most difficult appointment. Full of fear and anticipatory anxiety. I know, hair, how scary.

Whether I'm having highlights or a cut, I'm in the salon at least two hours. When you have a cape around your neck, color on your hair, you can't exactly say as panic wells up inside you, and the walls start closing in, "I'm done. Gotta go." And in order to exit without embarrassing yourself...well, you can't. Unless you fess up. Which I did. Turns out my hair stylist is often plagued with the same feelings of anxiety. Thus began a healthy dialogue. Again, admitting is freeing.

I am happy to report I did not freak out. In fact, having my hair coiffed turned into a delightful experience. #2 check! Success under my belt!