BANGS!

I was in a meditation class when the professor asked everyone to take turns sharing something they did that took courage.

If you haven’t ever been in a class that focuses on mindfulness BEWARE. During these kinds of exercises you are told to listen intently to the person speaking instead of rehearsing what you are going to say. And for people who hate talking in front of others this experience feels like being asked to die a painfully unplanned death.

One by one we went around the room. When it was my turn I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“I GOT BANGS.”

The once quiet room erupted with suppressed squeals from all the ladies in the class. Later I realized why. My story wasn’t at all groundbreaking, it was just relatable.

Afterwards, an older woman explained to me how she left an expresso machine in her basement for 6 years because she was too afraid she wouldn’t be able to learn how to use it.

Sometimes we keep the dumbest little things in closets because we don’t think we have enough courage or energy to grit our teeth and take a peek at what’s behind those doors.

Last week I threw caution to the wind. Kind of.

I carefully photoshopped my face onto three different celebrity photos of women with bangs before driving to a salon.

I then watched as a bass guitarist named Happy grazed a pair of scissors across my forehead.

His only criteria? “If you just had a break up, I won’t do bangs.”

Otherwise.

Girl, you got this.