Talk about a lesson in authenticity.
Have you ever seen a man more unapologetically himself than Snoop Dogg? The man has become a national treasure - his ability to be comfortable in his own skin is inspiring. Over the past few weeks, I watched in complete and utter fascination as he enjoyed the Olympics in a way that felt so…. dare I say it…. "pure"?
It's been a refreshing reminder that it's okay to be completely yourself, no matter what the world expects. (And mic drop on LA Olympics 2028.)
The Art of Being Beige
Snoop Dogg just schooled us all in authenticity. He made me contemplate how I’ve been living life on mute lately. Spending decades in a consulting firm at the start of my career taught me so much about running thriving businesses, but it was also a masterclass in burying your personality under a mountain of beige. Always on display for clients, I dressed conservatively, spoke reservedly, and maintained a quiet restraint, perfecting the art of nodding politely while stifling my internal exasperation.
Upon reflection, when I left consulting, I gravitated towards industries that allowed for more expression – entertainment, museums, and startups. Was this a subconscious attempt to break free from that corporate mold? Ooh, good question. Did I actually make any progress on that over those years? Oof, self-awareness check – not sure I did.
Tippity Tap
So how do we tap into our own inner Snoop, snap out of our beige-ness, and live life in full color?
Maybe this hair loss is the Universe's way of sitting me down and forcing me to start over: my personal "blue screen of death”, forcing me to do a total reboot and just try again.
I guess I've kind of been rebooting a lot of my life. My aesthetic has radically changed. I’ve started swapping out my beige wardrobe for a hot pink panic attack. I want to paint my nails with glitter polish and wear tiaras.
My home decor is evolving - the new house I started to redecorate in whites and tans is giving off serious 'institutional' vibes so I’m starting over with an injection of colors. I’m listening to very loud Chappell Roan and Sabrina Carpenter music and dancing around my house like a maniac. I’m even continuing to write this crazy blog that has no real purpose!
I just want bright, loud, vivacious, color injected into all areas of my life. From corporate camouflage chameleon to tropical dancing parrot I guess, lol.
Does anyone out there want to Angel fund a wig start-up?
In case any of you are on my blog for actual hair advice - good luck finding that here today, lol. The only news is that my doctor just doubled the dose of my JAK inhibitor to try to tamper down my immune system another notch because NOT A DAMN THING is growing yet. My hair follicles apparently took a leave of absence and jetted over to Cabo. ✈️
I’m on my 8th month of being completely hairless, but I am learning to live with it more easily (as one can tell by the number of selfies I now post on IG, example below).
People in my AU*** Reddit group usually have some progress by now on this medicine, so I’m getting a little anxious about how much longer I’ll be bald – and quite frankly, just worried that it might not ever come back. I guess I might need to make room for more wigs….
So, what's the takeaway of all this rambling today?
Maybe it's not about finding some grand life purpose, but about embracing the little moments of joy, color, and authenticity. Whether it's redecorating your home, trying out for the Olympics, embracing a new hairstyle (nervous cough), or simply allowing yourself to dance to your own beat, it's all about finding ways to live life on your own terms.
So until next time.... embrace your inner Snoop:
Find your happy color.
Keep it weird.
And drop it like it’s hot. 🎤
PS: Maybe this whole ordeal is not some big, universal lesson for me, but simply a random act of faulty chemistry in my body. I'm probably writing this blog to project deeper meaning onto my hair loss so this personal mental trauma might result in something good. (I should probably just go get a hobby like adult coloring or something.)
Anywho, I've been sharing my messy, unfiltered journey with you and would love to hear some words of encouragement back. Have you experienced your own personal "blue screen of death"? How did you bounce back? Somebody… ANYBODY… click on this link and email me something!
Kristina 🩷
*It is not lost on me that she is wearing beige in this picture.
**(Holy lightbulb moment! I think this is why Martha Stewart must like him so much. She felt trapped in her perfectly curated world and needed someone to help her “weed in her garden” to let the colors in.)
***What the cool people use for "Alopecia Universalis", or as I like to say, "Hairless!"
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