In the words of the great, curly-haired philosopher Nikka Costa, "Everybody got their something." You know--that thing, that thought, that outrageous idea that pops in your head from time to time just begging to see the light of day. That something that you know deep down in your Gut may change your life, or at the very least, your day.
Is it an outrageous outfit you've been hiding in the back of your closet waiting for a special occasion? Is it a moment in the spotlight--maybe you've been working up the courage to play an original song in public or try a comedy mic? Is it a new tattoo? An article for your favorite motocross website? Wearing hot pink lipstick during the day?
What's the something that haunts your brain on a regular basis?
For me, it was pink hair.
I'm pretty adventurous. Or if not adventurous (I've never jumped from a plane, though I did once plug my nose and jump/fall off a cliff into the crystal waters of Mexico, screaming the whole way down), I could at least be called bold. I do standup. I write. I perform musical improv (no net!), I eat my own cooking. So, yeah, I'm pretty badass.
But pink hair?! Oh, the thought of it made me dreamy creamy and oh so terrified.
"Wouldn't I be fierce with pink hair?" I'd ask friends, family and total strangers on the street, knowing full well I'd never actually do it.
Everyone agreed and some even urged me to take the plunge.
I had one excuse after another. (Mainly that I'd just had new headshots taken with my blonde hair.) And knowing I'd never plunge into that pink vat of awesome, I'd continue talking about it. Talking about it is safe. Words aren't actions and require no action if you so choose.
But then, the other day, instead of thinking and talking about it, I had a little tete-a-tete with my Gut.
My Gut is a seriously wise woman. I'd equate her (and all Guts, really) to Clair Huxtable: smart, sensible, bold, adventurous and classy as hell. She (my Gut, not Phylicia Rashad) advised me to move across the country to Los Angeles--a terrifying move for anyone--and it's already paying off in more ways than I could have imagined.
So I asked, and my Gut answered in the affirmative that, yes, indeed it was finally time to go pink. And before I knew it, I was in the able hands of my magical pal Kat, and we were turning me from this...
And it was super easy! Because once I make a decision I dig in my heels and have no doubts or worries whatsoever!
Gals, I freaked out a little (a lot). I kept it between myself and my brain because I didn't want any of my friends to talk me out of it. The conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Holy crap. What am I thinking?
Brain: You're NOT thinking. You are way too old to be dying your hair pink, old lady. You're almost 34!
Gut: And some day we'll be a lot older/ Age is only a number/ Pink is youthful!
Me: Yeah, I don't care about that!
Brain: What if you look like a lesbian?
Me: What if I look like a lesbian!?
Gut: See: Seinfeld episode "The Outing."
Me: Right. Not that there's anything wrong with that!
Brain: BUT WHAT IF YOU REGRET IT?!
Gut: "Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, 'It might have been.'" - Vonnegut (OMG, VonneGUT!)
Me: TO GLORY!
And that shut my brain right up.
Besides, look at whose hands I was in:
What a fierce beast! When it comes to makeovers, trust the taste level of your stylist and let her/him do their thang.
So I let go, and Kat went to work.
- Step 1: Bleached roots.
- Step 2: Shower.
- Step 3: Pink color!
- Step 4: Shower.
- Step 5: Another bleaching of my stubborn roots
- Step 6: Shower.
- Step 7: More pink!
- Step 8: Shower (So. Clean.)
- Step 9: Cut.
- Step 10: Style.
And here I am, a pink lady at last. Greased Lightning!
No regrets. In fact, I wish I'd done it years ago. No day like today, right Rent-heads?
Now when I think back on how afraid I was, it seems silly. My Gut knew all along it was a good idea. Just like she knew moving to L.A. was a good idea, and that trying standup was a good idea, and to avoid that Mexican restaurant the other night.
The most special occasion I can think of is TODAY, so stop your thinking and get to DOING!
Are you thinking of doing an out-of-the-ordinary color? Have you already? Anyone want to take my new headshots?