Last week I surprised myself.
First, I chopped off my medium-length hair. Well, not me personally. Based on the sage wisdom of others, I decided to forgo the almost surely disastrous act of a DIY haircut, and made an appointment with a hair stylist. Armed with photos (thanks, Google images for your “cute pixie hair” results) and a smidgen of recklessness, I made my request to my stylist: super short, non-boyish, non-frumpy, leave the bangs ALONE. I came out with the best haircut of my life.
Second, I had conversations with two different people that involved saying no. I don’t know how it is for other people, but I have the habit of saying yes to others, even when I know I shouldn’t. My need to please others is the downfall in these moments, and often I end up bending to other people’s desires, at the expense of making good decisions. Usually what results is me hiding my true thoughts and feelings, or accepting more than the fair share of responsibility. This week I had the opportunity on two occasions to give in. Instead, I mustered up courage and essentially told both people “no.” I spoke with grace and kindness, but also honesty and firmness. And in the end of both interactions, I knew I had done the right thing.
Cutting my hair and telling people no may not seem like momentous things. But for someone like me, who often lacks courage, they were significant. I upped my sass and boldness levels this week. Go me.