So I'm sitting in the hairdressing salon and feeling really anxious. Why? Because its today I've made a hairdressing appointment to dye my hair from Blonde to brown. Big deal, you say. It's just hair.

But thats just it. For me, it isnt "just hair". 

Since i was a little girl, my hair has defined me. As a teenager, going blonde seemed to coincide with a big change in my life. Friends, attention from boys and a new found confidence. 

I also remember a girl in the year below me at school. She had gorgeous long blonde hair. She got cancer and had chemo. 

She lost all her hair. 

Years fly by and i have a great time being blonde. I meet my soul mate and give birth to the greatest loves of my life, Imogen and Ethan.

Then something changed within me. For the first time ever, I feel complete. I feel fulfilled. I have my beautiful partner by my side and two gorgeous children. I'm living in a beautiful town and have the best family and friends who I love and I know they love me. I love my life. And I like me. And it has nothing to do with my bloody hair (dur! Lol)

It's sad to think its taken me 31 years to learn what that girl at school had no choice to learn. 
That, quite simply, we are not our hair.

So today I'm going brunette. 
Because I'm Janelle, not my hair colour.
And because, after all...it is just hair.