Last week I did something a little bit crazy. I dyed my hair pink. Not all of it, just some peek-a-boo highlights in bright pink. AND I LOVE IT! Seriously, LOVE.
Those around me have said things like "It's so out of character for you!" and "What possessed you to do that?!" Most have loved it, too, but it got me thinking. Why did I dye my hair pink? It wasn't to impress someone or make me stand out. It wasn't to be cool, or to rebel against anything. Most simply, I couldn't find an excuse not to.
I have always wanted to dye my hair pink but always had an excuse: Parents won't let me. School won't let me. Work won't let me. I can't keep it up. I don't have the money. I don't wanna do it myself and mess up my head. Last week, I ran out of excuses.
I'll be 29 in just a few short weeks. One year left in my twenties (but lets not talk about that). Isn't this the decade when you're supposed to do crazy things? By comparison to others my age, pink hair is barely a blip on the crazy scale.
But honestly? The real reason I did it? Every time I look in the mirror and see these pink strands, I smile. Having pink hair makes me happy.
Life is too short to be miserable. Or even just apathetic.
Life should be enjoyed. Savored. Abundant and overflowing.
That was something I was trying to cultivate in 2015, something I'm still working on. Saying yes to more things that are enjoyable and no to things that aren't. Getting out of my comfortable but boring bubble and into things that are fun and interesting and difficult (even if they sometimes take place on my couch; Hello, BookTube!).
A life well lived. This is what I want my life to be, and my pink hair is a small tribute to that.
So here's to the coming year. A year of bold choices, enjoyable experiences, a life overflowing.
What have you done lately just because it made you happy?