In month five of not drinking alcohol, I knew I was a different person. My hairstylist confirmed this when I walked into the salon for my appointment. I’ve been seeing her for years, yet she suddenly didn’t recognize me.
The last time I saw her for a hair appointment was month one. Back then giving up alcohol was yet another “booze break experiment” I had committed to.
But, that day in month five, my hairstylist gave me the funniest look. An awkward silence lingered in the air in the tiny salon reception area. Normally, it’s a cheerful “Hey, lady…how have you been?”
She was about to ask me if I needed a walk-in appointment when I said “hello” and broke the spell.
“Britt! Shit, I didn’t recognize you for some reason.”
I knew what the reason was. I was a different person now…inside and out.