Friday, September 5, 2014

Energy Profiling? Type 1? What is all this crazy talk????!!!!

I quit my job on July 1st and life has been a whirlwind ever since! Part of that is because my daughter called me one day and told me that she had been learning about energy types and thought I was a type 2.  (see www.myenergyprofile.com ) I said ok. I was in the process of moving to Utah so I told her I would learn more about it after I arrived. Several weeks later, before I left to catch a plane to visit my son she gave me a copy of Dressing Your Truth and told me to read it on the plane. I did. (see www.dressingyourtruth.com ) By the time  I returned I was sure I was a type 3. She showed me a video on you tube that explained that many type 1s with a secondary 4 and vice versa confuse themselves with type 3. I was thoroughly confused. I would tell myself I was a 1/4 but I didn't like it. My facial profiling was definitely much more type 1 than 3. I didn't see any 3 in my face. I sort of accepted it until we went to a club night. By the end of club night I was sure I was a type 2. Then in casual conversation with both Carol and Ann they said, "So, you're a type 1." (They assumed that I had already come to that conclusion myself. Carol told us not to ask what our type was. We need to figure it out ourselves.) I left very conflicted thinking that they know what they are talking about and that they were wrong at the same time. I decided to embrace it or at least try to. I get why it is a 30 day challenge it is a process. Here is a picture of me, Carol and my daughter at club night:

 On September 2nd I went to get my hair done. It was such an emotional experience. Here is my before picture:

Here is my after picture:
I don't know if you can tell in my face but I was not happy. I hated the hair color. I had her go much darker before I went home. I have to say that everyone at the salon and the store is so nice. Melissa stayed there to get my hair right until 7:30pm. They close at 6. She told me how since type 1s want everyone to be happy we sometimes have a hard time knowing what we want. 
This is me the next day trying to do it on my own:

I later realized that this shirt was type 3. Grrr. It just really weighed me down. By the end of the day I couldn't wait to take it off. But I like this hair color. I think I need my hair cut again to make my bangs shorter and to get more layers. I also wish I hadn't gone so short. But that is the way I learn. I have to see it on my head before I know if it will work or not.

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