Rose Coote - It is a mess

I arrived early and found myself alone in the place I had expected, well, what had I expected? I’m not really sure but everything was new and unknown. I wonder why I do these things to myself – put myself into situations where strangers get the opportunity to see into my inner self, my very soul.

Life had been difficult. Many occurrences had accumulated into one big mess. Something had to change. Decisions had to be made if I wanted to continue to survive.

I tentatively took my seat and waited for someone to arrive. They could help me make a new decision. They would show me how to change. They held all the keys to a new future. I wondered if I was able to accept this change, this fantastic, and scary new direction. But I realised that I had come to this point in my ridiculous life where if I did not change, I would continue to be ridiculed and laughed at and even ignored. I knew that if life was to become at least tolerable, I had to rid myself of my old shackles and at least pretend I knew what I was doing.

I hoped that the decision I had made was the right one. I had tried before to change, to reinvent and become someone I could be proud of, but it was all so pointless.

Suddenly a figure appeared and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my face from side to side. In terror, I looked up, waiting for the inevitable.

‘It’s a mess!’ the hairdresser cried.