So what about change?
According to Wikipedia, it is “the process of becoming different“ or “a personal development”.
According to dictionary.com:
(Verb) – used with object1. to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone2. to transform or convert(Verb) – used without object1. to become different2. to become altered or modified3. to become transformed or converted
Some people find it hard to cope up with change specially if it is a particularly sensitive situation. Some people just take it as it comes and deals with it easily. As for me, I personally welcome change with open arms and think of it as a start of something new. I get bored with routine stuff, so I look forward to anything good that will turn things around just for a little bit. I’m a sucker for excitement and adventure. I always need something to look forward to. I clearly remembered how I almost went nuts after coming back here in Doha, with our wedding done and over with. I was back with nothing to get busy with. There was nothing to think about, nothing to decide on, nothing to research, nothing to dream about. Well, of course all of that changed when Laviel finally arrived here. It was a start of our new life together as husband and wife. We had our previous housemate move out so we, together with my parents, could have the apartment to ourselves. We got busy with rearranging the house and our room. Laviel is a bit more organized than I am and he is quite an OC himself. After we were finally settled, my husband and I then got ourselves busy with exercising. This was triggered by my best friend, Ella, who wanted to keep busy and keep her mind off her not so recent heartbreak. So, as a supportive friend, we decided to join her. Meanwhile, I have been constantly thinking about changing my hairstyle and hair color. I know, I know.. I really wanted to have a red hair color before, but after seeing someone change her hair into the type of red I wanted (and not really looking good for her, in my opinion), I immediately wanted to go back to my previous color. Which I discovered was impossible because red is such a strong color that even after applying ample amount of lighter shade of hair coloring, nothing really happens. I literally cooked my hair from all my DIY hair coloring. I had to trim an inch off my hair after Chinese New Year just to get rid of the damaged hair.
But then again, I still wasn’t satisfied. I wanted a change. I was craving for change. I’ve been pondering about cutting my hair super short and transforming my curls into a pixie cut for quite sometime. I’ve been pestering my husband about it for weeks as well, asking whether it would fit me or not. I don’t really feel comfortable getting my hair done here. In my 4 years of stay in this country, I’ve only tried a couple of times to have my hair trimmed and not even a full haircut. It’s not that I don’t trust the people here since most of them are Filipinos as well, but there is just something about the skills of professional hair stylists back home. But since I really can’t help it, and my hair is pretty damage from all of my attempts to change my hair color, I decided to risk it and have a hair cut. I’m not sure if excitement out weighed the fear of having a terrible result. But nonetheless I felt the adrenalin rush as the haircutter chopped off my hair inch by inch.