You can run me over with your 18-wheeler, but you can't keep me down

I said four life-altering words today: Make me a brunette.

I grew up brunette. I did a few rounds of red in college. Before the wedding I had a few streaks of honey thrown in there for some contrast. Since then, I have gotten progressively more blonde. And, suddenly and without really trying, I was a blonde.

I understand that sometimes, life takes you in unexpected directions. Blonde was not a country I meant to live in, only visit. Lately, I felt like it was time to pack up and move on.

Hello brunette! This may be the only trend cue I will ever take from Britney Spears (yes, it is that dark!). My eyes have NEVER been this blue. I can't stop smiling. I feel like a different person. I have been grumbling for a year about growing my hair out, about missing my short spike. Now I am thinking I was really missing my brunette self. The self that is strong and fierce and ballsy. Love me, hate me, just don't get in my way.

Towanda!!