I pulled the hair from my eyes
I have always had an obsession with hair. When I was a younger I would beg my mom to let me stay home from school if I was having a bad hair day. She actually relented one day tired of hearing me bitch about something so ridiculous and needing to leave since she was late for work. In high school I had to style my hair different each day God forbid to wear the same style two days in a row. My hair was long then so the list really was endless; pony tail on the side or back, two ponies, one pony, french braids my goodness the options there, down straight – boring but in a pinch it works. It’s actually really amusing when I look back how much power I gave to my mighty mane.
Now I am dealing with the antithesis of that problem with my daughter Gillian, she does not care about her hair other than the hassle it causes her. I am begging her to brush, wash, style or at the very least cover with a hat her hair before she leaves the house. Worst yet she will not let me touch, brush or style her hair. She has no idea the damage she is doing to my psychy as she is scoffing at me with her irrevrence to her hair.
I am with my dad at the Tulsa Cancer Treatment Center and what is probably the one thing that stands out so predominantly to me with my hair obsession is all the bald heads. Of course at first I beat myself up for being so shallow, it’s my modus operandi. After I finished making myself wrong about that I started to notice how I was looking at peoples eyes and their faces more since they had no hair for me to focus on, it was amazing. It was an epiphany a gift.
I think we all have our obsessions it is so interesting how mine has colored the lens I have been viewing the world through. As my blog states I trust my journey and this is one more experience on my journey as I flow down the river of my life.