Clear as Aruba Blue: Embracing Change and Returning To Roots

True Colors: A Journey from Brunette to Blondeish and Back Again

Life is a journey of self-discovery, where we navigate through various phases and experiments. I remember the impulsive yet calculated decision to color my hair like it was yesterday, while in Aruba with my mother and sister, a colorist pointed to my mothers honey hues and stressed that her colors would be well suited on me.

I figured when in Aruba…plus the vibrancy of the blue ocean left me pining for my own take home souvenir of color. This hair transformation would lead me on a profound path of self-reflection, ultimately taking me back to my roots - both literally and figuratively.

The idea of becoming blonder felt liberating. It represented change and a fresh start. Some wondered who the heartbreaker was, because as the adage goes, post relationship calls for new coloring or bangs.

For me this was soley for yours truly. I longed to see a change, I needed to see myself in a newer light.

What's funny is as the color began to take form, (besides for me having a panic attack when the initial color was resembling goldilocks blonde) I specifically didn't notice a transformation happening beyond my physical appearance. I am a true and through brunette. You know how they say blondes have more fun, I'm a firm believer that brunettes get the job done.

Being blonder definitely had its excitement, although I didn't see myself differently, to everyone who knew me before (including my grandmother) it was a statement. Because there's so much that’s beyond our control, being able to make a bold change left me feeling empowered, I felt like the protagonist of my own story. #noregrets

I'd be lying to myself if I didn't acknowledge the part of me that still longed for familiarity. My natural brunette started to peek through, reminding me of my authentic self. Also the touch ups were getting tedious ;)

As I stood before the mirror, I saw a reflection of someone who was both familiar and different. The blonde highlights were vivid, but the eyes staring back held a hint of longing for authenticity. It was then that I knew I had to go back to my roots, quite literally.

The journey back to my natural brunette was not just about changing my hair color. It was a conscious decision to rediscover my true self, embracing the person I had always been. As the brunette hues slowly replaced the blonde, I felt a sense of peace and alignment that had eluded me during my blonder phase.

Change is beautiful, but authenticity is incomparable. Embracing our true colors and staying connected to our roots empowers us to live our lives authentically and unapologetically.

Cheers to change being good, and a journey that I will cherish forever.