Pretty much everyday, regardless of what I’m doing, I have visions of my efforts turning out one way and ending up an entirely different way instead. I’ve begun to see it’s a slow exercise in learning to be satisfied with this instead of that.
My pursuit for “that” instead of “this” though is never one pursued quite as contentiously as the one for my hair.
Every morning, my first idea is for my hair to turn out something like that:
A one-woman war with a hair-dryer, straightener, and hairspray later though, this isn’t looking so good. Ok, so sometimes down doesn’t work. Option two: put it up! That usually works. Maybe something cute and out of my way like that:
This is seriously not working:
At this point, panic sets in. If down doesn’t look like that, and up looks like this, this is not going to be a a good day. Though I am loathe to say it, my hair has a very influential role in my daily mood. If it falls how I want, I march out the door almost giddy at how easy I had it that morning. If I’m still struggling 10000 bobby pins later for an up-do to appear “effortless” I leave with the darkest of clouds hanging over my head. Pretty sad, yes?
Today though, I am taking extreme measures. Today, I am going here:
I’m not holding my breath though. Mostly because as soon as I wake up instead of feeling like that:
I know that my day is going to look something like this:
And so, up it goes, better throw some extra pins in my bag because this up-do will probably come a-tumbling down at some point and I will have to continue to strive to be content with this instead of that.
Happy Friday everyone! Hope you all have an excellent weekend, regardless of what state your hair ends up in.
– <3 A.