This week I am feeling better and stronger. My challenge is to precede slowly. I know that there are a lot of things that need to be done and that while I was sick I sat back and inventoried (probably in an unhealthy way) all the things that I needed to be doing. Today my schedule is pretty full but… I am determined to pace myself and simply proceed in a way that honors my body.
While sick I missed a hair appointment. This meant I totally missed my hair appointment, and although I have never missed a hair appointment and I have been going to the same lady since 2016. This is something that apparently frequently happens to her. During my bout with pneumonia I missed a great number of appointments. I even had to postpone a trip to visit my parents in Arizona that would have overlapped with my sister and my cousin. Both of which I would really like to see. It isn’t an overstatement this illness was “NO JOKE.”
Missing my hair appointment resulted in me having to find a new hairdresser and I am totally freaked out be this. I am having to confront all the things that I am not knowledgeable on. More than this Mary who was my previous hairdresser was understandably upset when I “no showed” for my appointment but she didn’t check on me, she didn’t even reply when I did remember and text her that I wouldn’t be there. I was very hurt by this. I thought we had more of a friendship than a transactional hairdresser relationship. It will work out for the best as I have moved 40 minutes away and although I was willing to travel for my hair appointments obviously I would rather not. It was hard when this happened to not BEAT MYSELF UP. It took a great deal of effort and honestly my husband Gregg. Instead of negative self talk, I started listing my wonderful friends they are decidedly not transactional in nature. It was hard to focus on how Great the people in my life are and that honestly this was a good way to move hairdressers. That being said, I need to find a hairdresser in St. Charles.
This week, I'm finally starting to feel better and stronger. However, my primary challenge right now is to proceed slowly and deliberately. During my illness, I found myself in a position where I had to step back and take stock of all the things that needed my attention. In a way, I took this inventory almost obsessively, which, in hindsight, may not have been the healthiest approach. Today, my schedule is quite full, but I am determined to pace myself and proceed in a way that respects and honors my body's needs.
While I was sick, I missed something seemingly trivial but deeply meaningful to me: my regular hair appointment. For years, I've been going to the same hairstylist since 2016, and I had never missed an appointment before. Unfortunately, due to my illness, I not only missed that appointment but also many others. I even had to postpone a long-anticipated trip to visit my parents in Arizona, where I would have had the chance to reunite with my sister and cousin, both of whom I was eager to see. There's no exaggeration when I say that this illness was "NO JOKE."
Missing my hair appointment had an unexpected consequence; I had to find a new hairdresser. The idea of this change initially freaked me out. It meant confronting the reality that there were many things I wasn't knowledgeable about, especially in this new area. Moreover, my previous hairstylist, Mary, who had always been so dependable, understandably felt upset when I "no-showed" for my appointment. What hurt me the most was that she didn't check on me or even respond when I finally remembered and texted her that I wouldn't be able to make it less than 24 hours later I missed my appointment. I had believed we shared more of a friendship than just a transactional hairdresser-client relationship.
In the end, this situation might turn out for the best. I have recently moved 40 minutes away, and while I was willing to travel for my hair appointments, it's evident that I would prefer not to. Although it was challenging when this all happened, I made a conscious effort not to beat myself up over it. It took a lot of effort, and I owe a great deal of gratitude to my husband, Gregg, for being my pillar of support during this time. Instead of allowing negative self-talk to consume me, I began to focus on the wonderful friends I have in my life. These friendships are decidedly not transactional in nature, and it was a poignant reminder of how great the people in my life are. In some ways, this experience turned out to be a good way to transition to a new hairstylist.
With my relocation, it's clear that I need to find a hairstylist here in St. Charles. This marks a new chapter in my life, and while it comes with its own set of challenges and adjustments, I'm ready to embrace it with an open heart and a newfound appreciation for the people who truly matter in my life.
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