Tame the Frizz
In the classic emotional wreck moment, I recently decided to chop off all my hair. It was liberating. For so long I had been tied to my long locks, as if my personality depended on my wild and crazy curls. No regrets. I love it. I feel as if I can cut ties with bad habits and seek to be the person I know I can be. That being said, it makes getting my hair out of my face quite the challenge. And then I stumbled upon Happi Headware. They are these sport headbands that stray from the overly “girl” style and replace frills with the outdoor landscapes of the places I’m trying to escape to. They are mountains, skies, trees, and snow. They are where I want to be when I am stuck inside. As someone who grew up as a Nordic skier and mountain biker, and with frizz and curls taking over my face, I know the value of a headband. And I know I don’t want pink sparkles.
Friday morning, I woke up to hike the First Flatiron for the sunrise. Being a college student, a senior none the less, I have found myself stuck in my bed so many of these incredible mornings Boulder has been having. I was choosing nights out with my friends over mornings with the Earth. Don’t get me wrong, I love beer- always have and always will, but it started to become a time sucker of the worst of all kinds, taking out my evenings, and my mornings too. I started to reflect on what it meant to have a happy head. Where had my mind been in all of this? I certainly had not spent much time alone, much time outside, or much time feeling thankful for all that surrounds me. My lifestyle is something I pride myself on, taking health and happiness as priority. But somewhere that had morphed into hiking with a hangover, and all too often, not hiking at all. I had not been focused on finding my adventure but rather finding myself in my bed, every Saturday morning.
The slogan for these headbands, “Tame the Frizz”, started to mean a lot more. I had all this frizz in my life- things I was doing that didn’t represent who I was. Frizz of the habits I let drag me down. Then I thought about the mountains that dawned the headbands I use to “tame my frizz”. Could the real ones tame the other stuff too?
People talk about all the things they don’t want to miss out on in college. I, of all people, understand that. We go to bars or parties, stay up late with friends, and I will cherish those moments forever, but as I watched the sun wash Boulder in a new morning, I couldn’t help but think about all the sunrises I have missed, all the adventures I had not found. And all the mountains I love that I haven’t spent quality time with. I made my head happy again. While I am sure I have both late nights and early mornings in my future, a trade of my wild nights for jaw-dropping mornings, is an easy upgrade. I have missed out on one too many sunrises already. These are the moments I hope I take with me from college, the times when I found myself feeling lucky beyond compare, because I get to go to school in Boulder, the most beautiful place on Earth. These moments, whether it’s with friends or alone, are the times I hope I am afraid to miss, because I love this Earth, and I have felt empty without her.