We went for a magical night drive tonight. It is getting close to Halloween, so we went out looking for Halloween decorations. I had Henry turn on the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack, I turned up the bass, and we rolled down the windows to feel the crisp autumn air. I am telling you, if you want to feel something good and joyful in your heart and soul, TURN UP THE BASS in your car and play the pirate music; it causes instant Halloween happiness. 🙂

With the windows down, the cool yet warmish breeze hit my freshly-dyed blonde hair, and made it dance about my face like hay in a wind-tossed field. The fresh wind on my cheeks made me feel such a magical, euphoric — HAPPY — feeling.

In that breathtaking moment, I felt joyously… free!

This simple, yet magical experience, made me think about my life and all the crying I have been doing lately.

While driving in the dark with my hair whipping in my face, I decided I want to make a new goal…

I want to seek out ways to feel the wind in my hair!

No, I am not going to buy a motorcycle, or a convertible… and no sky-diving for me. (I have not slammed into my mid-life crisis that hard, yet.)

But, I DO want to find simple — and even profound ways — to feel ALIVE, and to feel the magic of wind caressing my face.

I should start working on a list of ideas…. Hmmm….

Also, this is SO NOT important, but yesterday, I went and turned my hair back to blonde. I had been letting it grow out, because I thought I should just go to my natural darker color, and accept the aging process. But, every time I would look in the mirror, I did not recognize the dark-haired chubby woman who was staring back at me. I started feeling less and less like myself, the more the dark grew out.

I have been dying my hair blonde since I was a teenager, and so that is what I have been familiar with. I was also very blonde as a young child, so technically it is my natural color. Now, I am back to what is more familiar, though it is a little lighter than normal (hopefully, it will calm down with time). It is so weird how unfamiliar fake blonde is for me now, after having gone dark for so long. I am grateful to recognize the woman in the mirror a little more again, sort of. She is very blonde, more than normal. I know it is such a small and silly thing, but it makes a profound difference for me, for some reason. At this point, anything that will help me feel better, I have just got to do it. I have not felt like myself for a while now, and I am tired of that feeling!

So, moving on from my hair changes…

What do you think… what are some joyful ways to feel the wind in your hair?

My first stop, next month, is Disneyland with my family! We are going to chase the magical adrenaline rush and soak in the beauty of Main Street Christmas, sugar-coated churros, and… best of all:

The Pirates of the Caribbean ride!

Woohoo!

I cannot wait to feel the wind in my hair after the first big waterfall drop!

I have been crying sad tears daily for long enough… it is time for the winds of change to blow in another less moisture-faced direction. (Except, of course, if the moisture is coming from the bromine water, when the boat in Pirates splashes at the bottom of the hill.) 😉

It is time to chase the wind!

My hair and my heart need it!

Pictures from our last Disneyland trip a few years ago…