Yogis,
A September to
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So funny how the littlest things can take us off our
game……………..
I have always identified myself with my hair. As a young girl I had very long, very
straight blond hair. The type that you
could almost sit on. In middle school my
friend Michelle and I would spend Friday nights braiding each other’s hair into
dozens of corn rows so we could sleep on them and in the morning have wild
frizzy hair. As a teenager I took some
chances and went through both the Dorothy Hamill and Farah Fawcett stage,
followed by perms in college and finally
highlighting.
Hair…..I have a lot of it!
I don’t get my hair done often – about 3 or 4 times a
year. And this was the week. 2 inches cut off and highlights. And it ended up……….brown. A basic brown. Hmmm.
Darker and somewhat plain.
Now don’t get me wrong.
It isn't horrible. It is just
brown. Every time I walk by a mirror I
do a double take. It doesn’t feel like
me. And I am finding that it bothers
me.
Ego.
Two years ago I stopped wearing makeup and wrote about how I
wanted people to see “me” when they looked, and not the makeup. Can I do the same thing with my hair? Should I?
Why does any of this even matter.
There are people living in constant fear. Those that are hungry. Those in war.
And I am worrying about, thinking about, strategizing about….my
hair. Why? I am watching.
Do I want to look good for praise. For acceptance. For approval?
Do I think that if I look good I will get more looks, thereby increasing
the odds of someone really seeing “me”?
Or if I feel comfortable in my looks does it give me more of the
confidence to let “me” out? I am watching.
Now I know why we have the expression “A Good hair day”! At the beach there is a salon named “Bad
Hair Day”. Can I live with “Bad Hair 4
months”? Or do I march back to the
hairdresser and get an adjustment. Sigh. I am watching.
Stay tuned…………
Usually brown is my favorite color,
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