There was a time when I worked when I had a reputation of instilling fear. I was a no-nonsense kind of person who did not put up with much. I was also known to have a bit of a short fuse and let’s just say that patience was not a virtue. I do not know if it is age or life experience especially those medical experiences over the last year but I really seem to be seeing things differently and reacting much differently. (Patience, well still working on that one a bit :-))
I had an appointment to get my hair touch up today. I arrived and sat for a few minutes chatting with the ladies at the desk. I have been going to the same salon for years now. We chatted about Christmas, taking down the holiday decorations and how we all welcomed the normal routine returning. AFter sitting for 5-10 minutes they decided to call the person who does my hair since she seemed to be running late.
As the call was being made one of the owners of the salon had come to the front, a very nice gentlemen about my age. The news was then delivered, there was a miscommunication and they were so sorry but my stylist thought she had the day off. Now, since I had surgery the week of Thanksgiving my hair schedule is a mess and I was WAY overdue for my touch up. At 41, it is very clear that if I would allow it to grow in I would be fully gray, a look I am not ready for to say the least.
What happens next speaks to the changes I am experiencing in my older age I guess. The owner immediately jumped in and said he would do my hair. Now….for many women this is a very personal thing. They wait weeks to get appointments with “their person”. People become loyal, right or wrong. Along with his offer to do my hair were continued apologies and an offer of a 20% price reduction on all services for the day.
I smiled and told them all to relax. I was not upset at all. I believe exactly what I said was, “no problem shit happens”. I was getting the gray out which was the goal of the day. Getting a discount, well that was a bonus. There was a time where this probably would have set me off but why? The way the shop handled it was about as well as you could ever hope for. The woman who does my hair has an ill father who is preparing for surgery. Between that, the holidays and her own family added in can overwhelm anyone. Years ago I would not have know that because I guess I did not really care.
There are real problems in life involving real people. Life is just too short to get crazy over silly, stupid or senseless issues. I guess we would all be better off if we could figure these things out much earlier. I am happy that I am finally realizing it myself!
2 thoughts on “Relax, don’t worry, wash that gray away”
I am amazed that as I age, the small stuff keeps getting smaller, and more frequent. 🙂 Glad you washed your gray away, and breathed deeply through it all! Thanks for visiting my blog!
What a great reminder! Yes breathing in life instead of blasting out of control is a much simpler response.