Post by mrsukyankee on Mar 17, 2023 10:17:45 GMT -5
Some of you are friends with me on FB so you'll have seen this. Thought I'd share.
Not the best 'poem' and it's what came to me while walking my dog today. I had a few tough sessions with clients and it brought to my mind how life and curly hair can be tough to handle and rewarding too.
Life is like my curly hair. There are days when it is lovely and just feels good. There are times when it makes me frustrated or sad. I definitely don’t like it when it’s out of control and I feel there’s nothing I can do about it. Sometimes other people get involved in my hair, and mess it up, and then I’m angry. Other times the people help me achieve satisfaction. My curly hair can often feel too short and other times too long. Sometime my hair works well and others, well, let’s just say it’s difficult. There is no such thing as perfection with my curls and yet there are moments it almost feels I’ve achieved it. So many times, I wake up, take one look and just want to go back to bed. Other days I just can’t wait to get my hands on it. There have been times when it’s been quite dark. And recently some moments when it just feels grey and blah. And when I look at it in the right light, it’s bright and shiny. I think I’ve definitely changed my outlook on my hair – I went from fighting it when I was younger to acceptance of all of its states. And even on those days when I’m not loving every bit about it, I still don’t want anyone else’s hair. It’s MY hair.