She exited the third stall, washed her hands and as she turned to leave, there it was. Why hadn’t she noticed this sooner? Chagrined, she made a mental note to pick up a box of L’Oréal Honey Blond after work.

Running her fingers through her dry, brittle hair, she was all too aware that she’d been pushing it a bit. In her quest for a light and airy – youthful! – look, the repeated colorings had certainly done a number on her naturally amber waves. She wished she had the wherewithal to be satisfied with what the gene pool had doled out to her. Being Blonde didn’t automatically confer stellar self-confidence. It hadn’t been the panacea she’d thought it would be. What remained, still, was a demeanor that begged a tweak or two. Cosmetic alterations, a closet bursting at the seams and alcohol-induced giddiness did not translate into kindness, consideration for others or a healthy sense of humor.

Maybe it was time to rethink the color job. Maybe other self-improvements were needed here instead. Certainly, something worth pondering over lunch. Heading back to her desk, she switched gears and mentally prepped herself for her next meeting at 9:00. She’d deal with the root of her problems later.

Daily Prompt: Roots

The backroads beckoned. Although the day was overcast, or rather in spite of the grayness that enveloped everything that lay before her, she was determined to find what she was looking for. That nameless something she hoped would jar loose the fragments of discord tethered to her soul. So she set out with nothing more than a tank full of gas and an assurance all four tires were properly inflated.

As she drove, contemplations of just what it was she was seeking caused an unease, a disquiet. She became aware that her aimless wanderings could not achieve that which she wasn’t quite able to identify.

Eventually, she came to understand that To DO is what really matters. The rest will fall into place. Trusting the process, trusting herself, was all that she really required.

Daily Prompt: Gray