My bangs are too short.
Yesterday I went to my new hairdresser’s. I had to get my roots done, some highlights and a haircut. Pain in the butt. Some of my old haircut anxiety came flooding back to me right before I left the house. I was not thinking rationally and was way too nervous just to be going to get a haircut. But I po-poo’d it in my haste and off to the salon I went…
Like most women I have a love/hate relationship with going to get my hair done. I love it when my hair looks good, but I hate spending the time sitting there and I always think they charge too much. And then there is the expected tip, and well, throw a dash of anxiety into the mix, and suffice it to say the hair salon is not my favorite place to be on any given day.
But I am over 40 and grey hair is now my reality, so I have to get my arse in there every few months or else it looks nasty.
This was my second time at this new, busy salon. As I said I already felt weird before going in, and since I didn’t do any preparation, I did start to get anxious.
A girl put me in a chair and fastened a heavy plastic cape around my neck, a little too tightly I might add. She about put me in a choke hold. Of course I said nothing…
After sitting in the chair for maybe 10 minutes I got antsy, and couldn’t focus on the old magazine I was looking at. I couldn’t move my neck too good but I tried to look around for my hair stylist. She said she’d be right with me.
What the hell was taking her so long?
The hair dresser in the next chair was chatting away with her customer. She was gossiping loudly about some girl and I tried not tune in. The gossip lady looked to be about my age, if not older. Nice.
I was positioned directly in front of a huge mirror so the only thing I could look at was my own reflection. The lights were really bright and I started to feel hot. I tried to swivel the chair away from the mirror but it didn’t move too easily.
So I sat there trying not to look at myself.
I noticed I was sweating and my breathing was getting faster (dammit) so I took my sweater off underneath the cape (no easy feat).
I thought about the water in my car and wished I had it. I was hot. I thought about going to get the water. I felt itchy. I was itchy on my face, then my arm, then my head.
Then I thought about how I must have looked if anyone was observing my behavior. I looked like I had ants in my pants. I was squirming around under that cape like I had fleas.
I had an anxious impulse to run out of the salon, complete with the cape noose clutching my throat, but thought better of it and reached for my trusty purse instead.
What was I looking for? Not a clue. As I hyperventilated, I tried to look casual as I checked my phone for messages (none), made sure I had gum, kept looking around, ho hum…
Wait a minute, was this divine intervention? When did I do this? Lo and behold, sure enough, right there at the bottom of my purse, there was my bottle of PureCalm. Yay! Thank you Lord!!
I got up from my
shackles chair and went to the ladies room. On my way there I passed by my hairdresser yukking it up with some girls in the break room.
I went to the bathroom and took a few nice deep breaths. I took a dropper-ful of my trusty PureCalm and splashed my face with water. I also loosened up the stupid cape.
I thought: Ok, time to reign it in girl. You can certainly do this. Try to stay in the moment and focus on the present. Just stay focused and observe things around you, and stop going into the crazy anxious thoughts.
When I got back to my chair I asked a receptionist for a glass of water. She said, It’s really hot in here isn’t in? Let me open a door.
Well hey now, I wasn’t making it up- it really was hot!
My hair stylist finally started working on me and it went really good after that. I don’t know if it was the little pep talk I gave myself, or if it was the PureCalm but I suspect it was a combination of both.
I did have another moment of feeling a little anxious, and this was because 2 salon workers were standing around the chair and were talking with my stylist. I was smack dab in the center of this trio of chatty ladies. But it wasn’t anything big. I just observed the conversation – it was about nothing- and soon I felt fine again.
My hair lady is a yeller. She doesn’t talk, she yells. Everything she says is REALLY LOUD. So I observed her yelling and the gossip chicks in the next station and took in all the details of the salon. Lots of hairballs on the ground- dang, it made my house look clean lol. Lots of cheap purses and hair products for sale.
There was lots of stuff to keep my mind on. After awhile it just wasn’t all that interesting. I just went back to the gossip magazines. I remained calm for the remainder of the appointment.
Greys are covered, bangs too short, took way too long ( 2 and a half hours!), but I held it together. Mission accomplished.
Thank God I didn’t have a panic attack, thank God I was able to use my little coping rules and tips and keep my mind off my anxious thoughts.
I wish you peace,
ps.- If you’d like to learn more about PureCalm- I took it for a test drive to see if I liked it- and I do - see my PureCalm review.