I have been grappling with decision the last few days. A completely unimportant decision in the grand scheme of things, but a decision all the same, and one that has me going back and forth internally. The you-are-a-child-of-the-universe,-made-up-of-no-less-than-stardust(!) side of me is chiding me for even letting this be an issue, while the you-would-look-a-whole-hell-of-a-lot-better-if-you-went-and-fixed-this side of me is urging me to pick up the phone and take care of it. Yesterday.
I'm vain. I wish I weren't. But I am. I guess I've always been vain because I
can still hear my mother ribbing me about my 'invisible audience' when I was a
teenager. Or maybe even before, I'm not really sure.
She would often ask me who I was primping for, "my invisible
audience?" Obviously trying to clue me into the fact that no one is paying
attention. No one is looking at me, or really cares what earrings or shirt I
choose, so why do I put so much damn effort into it?
I'm not sure. But I've always cared. And if no one else, my internal critic is
looking. She has tamed down substantially as I've aged, and has a much better
sense of humor now too. But she's not disappeared all together. She still urges
me to buy the more expensive jeans if they make my ass look better and to put
on mascara before leaving the house. She does not appreciate cellulite and
knows the importance of regular blond highlights.
Which leads me to my dilemma; my visit to the hair stylist on Friday night
has left me with mousey brown hair, with just a shimmer of blond. I feel dull
and different and muted - spartan, stark, and stripped down.
Of course, it was me who asked her to correct my color, as my blond
highlights seemed to be getting a little too bright, too much of a contrast
with the rest of my hair. Too obviously tampered with, because, hey, if there's
one thing I don't want my invisible audience to know, it's that I
actually have to put effort into how I look. I want to look good, but I want it
to look God-given.
But now? Well now I just want them back. God-given or no.