Today’s question is: Why are changes so difficult?

Background: Perhaps I’ve asked this question before, I don’t know. But for fun I decided to make a little change……….

Before:

After:

For the record this change is a good one for me, I really like it. I’m happy with it. The little turkeys, not so much. My little guy said “it doesn’t look good, mom” when I walked through the door. My middle girl said “No, I don’t like it” and my biggest girl said “well, it’s OK”, which is her trying ever so hard not to hurt my feelings, even though she doesn’t like it. It’s growing on them though, definitely.

However, I went to surprise my sisters last night because it was my oldest sisters 40th birthday (happy birthday Sarah!). I first stopped in to Heather’s house and her daughters looked at me like I was some kind of stranger. Her oldest daughter said “well, I know it’s you because your voice sounds the same” and the little one didn’t say much but she acted like I was someone to be suspicious of. The entire thing was really quite hilarious. Heather, on the other hand, who has been asking me for years to go dark, loved it. (Sarah seemed to love it too.)

It’s very different and very cool at the same time. I really, really like it and it may just stick. I’ve never had hair this dark in my life, but I’ve always been a lover of dark hair. Changes are good, even if difficult at onset, don’t you think?