I went to the salon and said "What the heck!" and asked my hair stylist to go redder than before. I love it! It reminds me of my hair color when I was 25 years old. I think my husband is going to dislike it, but I don't care. He started dating me when my hair was this color, so I guess it didn't turn him off that much!

I do feel a bit wilder with the redder hue, and confess that I like the feeling. My hair is already a bit wild with it's crazy curls. The stylist always seems to want to play down my curls when she dries it with the diffuser. As soon as I walk out of the salon, I scrunch it upwards more. I swear it can look as out of control as Carrot Top's hair, but my "red" is not so Ronald McDonald. It's more of a copper red, like autumn leaves on the sugar maple trees.

Then I was walking into the grocery store and this clerk said "You look especially wonderful today!" I responded that he looks marvelous, too. That's another clue to me that I'm a bit revved up. Everything seems wonderful this afternoon, and yet this morning I was struggling a bit. I mentioned in another thread that I had a bit of an anxiety when I first got to the salon, and was starting to sweat profusely. I did manage to curb it, though, with coping tools.

As I was walking through the store, I knew I needed tomatoes. Fresh tomatoes are my favorite food in all this world. I stood there in front of the Campari's that were on sale, thinking "These look so beautiful!" I only really needed one box, but of course I bought two.

A while back, I wrote a blog post called "What likely happens in the brain of a person with bipolar disorder?" I think I got the details right. If there is anyone out there that sees I got something wrong, please let me know. It was all for fun.
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The norepinephrine oft increases in my brain to an extreme.
A high amount of serotonin may drastically boost my self-esteem.

Don’t let my dopamine get too out of hand.
I’d like to keep my feet firmly on this land.

This stuff may be happening with my hormones,
but some of the details still remain one of the unknowns.

Mania sometimes makes me glow with joyous luminescence.
Other times, it displays itself with scarier vehemence.

Then the various happenings in my brain quickly change.
Maybe my moods will calm themselves to a more proper range.

Or if I’m more unlucky yet, they’ll fall into a bad recession,
ceding further back into what could be a severe depression.

Bring on a moodstabilizer, and a strong antipsychotic.
I want my life to be forever much less oft chaotic.