Everything is subject to change – a while ago I was waiting in Floyd’s barber shop & graffiti gallery to sort out my hair – which was in dire need, I might add – there was some hideous hip-hop blasting through the speakers – a little 3 year old in the chair, patiently enduring the clippers – and looking cute and sharp in equal measure.
I was next in line – and a young 20 something lad waited to follow me – we were in transition – from scruffy, unkempt wannabes to well barbered hipsters – well I’m not sure at 53 I can claim that title, but you get the drift. We intended to change, our appearance and with it a little of how we felt about ourselves.
I love new hair – even a trim makes me walk taller and attack the day with a springier step. When it’s a cut, I like the fresh feel of a buzzed neckline. If it’s a colour, I am delighted by the fresh, twinkling halo of white blonde. (Oh yes my entire identity is tied up in a bottle of peroxide – I am blonde – therefore I rock. In fact just now I am lilac there fore I double ROCK! )
Back then I was sporting 6 weeks of dark rooted regrowth and the white tone had faded to a yellowy brassy shocker. This trim wouldn’t transform me into a high stepping rock star – but I was to be neat. I was to be tidy.
Changes big or small – deep or shallow are the marks of progress and signal the march of time. Change isn’t always good but it is inevitable. Now hand me the prize for ‘most obvious statement in a blog ever ever’ award.
When my turn came I was confronted with my pointy, little face in the mirror for half an hour. I am always struck by how strange it is to see my actual face reflected in the silvered glass – rather than my imagined face from the mirror of my mind’s eye. I can tell you there are some significant differences.
In my personal, inside head image – I have fewer wrinkles, less asymmetry. I’m a bit cuter and generally less old looking. That I suspect is inevitable. That I smudge the lines in my imagination and up the hotness rating by a few points.
In order to allow change – we have to have a sense of where we are – and where we’d like to get to.
The planning is all about how we get from the first state to the second – how we change.
So before you embark on your plan – you might need to spend some time pondering change. and how you feel about it…
I am currently embarking on a new eating and moving about regime – I am not enjoying change – but I am embracing it. Change is currently measured in aching calves, whining arse muscles and the distinct, rising feeling that if I don’t have something sweet soon – I’ll end up face down in an entire cake by tea-time.
I have become enslaved to my smarter than me, smart phone. It tracks how many steps I make and mocks me with my feable efforts to meet the World Health Organisation’s frankly high, expectations of me. 10000 steps takes well over an hour to get done – who’s got the time?
Well now – if I’m honest – I blinking do! Just half an hour less TV missy and you’ve made it into WHO’s good books.
Right you are then – and off I go. Around and around my hood. (I may be too old to say hood…. fuck it. I can if I want to…) So far making it to 10000 a day is proving a bit boring. I need to change it up a bit. Maybe I’ll walk backwards for some of it. I was so keen to get all the steps in by the time I returned home the other day – that I zigzagged to and fro across the road for the entire length of the street – like some over-refreshed, middle aged eejit on her way back from an afternoon in the pub. I may have looked like the local loony – but I made it to 10000 and felt jolly smug.
The effects of change may come quickly or not – right now I just need to keep my pecker up so that I can stick to my commitment to change my habits.