I sat in the chair wincing as my hairstylist pulled on my tender headed scalp. I do not know if it was the comfort I felt over the nostalgia of being in a salon chair in someone's kitchen, the impending aftermath of the hair appointment (a likely immediate regret at making a permanent hair change), or the smell of hair grease faintly in the background, but it was at this moment I had a realization...I am evolving.