Five in the morning is when my subconscious mind decided to wake me with this gnawing reminder, “You did something stupid yesterday.”
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock then tried to roll over and fall back to sleep when, “Oh wait! I did do something stupid yesterday!” And with that I was wide awake and ready for the day.
Though my subconscious mind’s mocking words were meant to scare and protect me from ever doing anything stupid again, what she didn’t know is that she was playing right into–what I like to call–my “defusing my stupidity” plan.
Allow me to explain.
After making the stupid decision to get bangs yesterday… Bangs. I love bangs on others which is what got me into this predicament in the first place–dadgum you Pinterest–but I had forgotten how much I hate them on me. Ugh. Anyway after I returned home, no longer drunk on Pinterest dreams, I took a sober look at myself and thought, “Okay, well now what?”
Coming up with the plan to wear my hair pulled up with a headband securing my bangs against my head for 3 maybe 30 months seemed reasonable enough but I never expected it to change my entire life! Ok so that might be a little dramatic but also kind of true.
Allow me to explain.
For four months now. Four long months. I’ve been begging myself to start working out again, every time receiving the same Scarlett O’Hara response, “I can’t think about that today. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”
But for some reason my ponytail, headband plan awoke a memory in me that left me wanting to shout, “Down with tomorrows! I’m working out today!” My ponytail, headband plan reminded me of when I was a workout beast, proudly sporting that ponytail, headband look everyday. And I wanted that back.
One of the sayings posted on my kitchen’s vision wall tells me that,
And I guess the same can be said about a powerful hairdo (or whatever else makes one feel powerful) because today–after four long months–with ponytail and headband in place, I got up and did my workout.
But shhh. Don’t tell my subconscious. Her mocking, scornful words wake me up so much more efficiently than my alarm ever could.
And she doesn’t have a snooze button.
(Bobby pins and buns will also be playing a significant role in my 3 maybe 30 month plan)