A solution to all my problems

"I have found a solution to all my problems", I messaged my friend C three years ago. "I am getting pink hair." C and I are on the same wavelength as it comes to lighting ourselves up. We regularly find 'a solution to all our problems'. These ideas mostly consist of a new tattoo, haircut or piercing. Or shoes. Of course these things don’t actually solve our problems. But they make life just a little bit brighter (Pun intended).

I was trying to get used to the idea of returning to brown hair. Not because it's time to become a serious adult. (No way!) But in my future house the sinks aren't suited for a weekly dose of pink hairdye. 

I thought I was well on my way to accept being a brunette again. I had an outgrowth of 5 centimeters. Until someone asked me about it. I explained that my pinkhaired days were counted, and it hit me: it makes me sad to say goodbye to the pink. I’m not ready!

So I'm writing this at the hairdresser. She’ll solve all my problems.