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The Autobiography of My Hair

Picture by Victor Bezrukov

Today it is one-third straight, one-third frizzy, and one-third wavy/curly.  After many years of leaving it alone, I’ve decided to actually do a little something to it.  On Saturday I sat in the chair of a salon for the first time in about 10 years.  My hair has been living a very sheltered life indeed.  Wash and wear.

My hair was born in ’63.  It was pretty straight with a mild curl at first.  By the time I was six months old I had a full head of curly dark brown hair.  Because my mother was obsessed with my hair being straight, at some age, probably 5 or so, I was taken into the beauty parlor to get my hair done.  I remember sitting on phone books and sitting under the dryer for hours.

From 5-10 I wore braids and ponytails.  I was active and swam in the summers because we had a pool so my mother kind of let it go.  10 -20 was a different story.  At 13 I got it cut short.  That was miserable.  Think curly afro in junior high when none of my friends had one.  I tried pressing it and tried a perm.  Once the beautician forgot to put neutralizer on it and my scalp was badly burned.  Thank God I still had hair.  I tried the curly look – back when Jeri Curls were in.  Despite what I did, my hair continued to do as it pleased.  Which was mostly curl up and frizz out.

In college I pretty much let it go and thought about dreadlocks.  Just thought about them though.  I might go a week or two without combing but then I’d always comb it back out.  In law school (ages 22-24) I wore it up and had a blonde tail.  How attractve (not).  And then after law school I cut it all off.  It was an inch long.  It was one of the most freeing things I’ve ever done.  Isn’t hair great?  You can cut it off and mess it up and it keeps coming back like old faithful.

Age 25 I started locking.  I went for 6 months or so and cut it all off.  And then at age 28 I locked again and had locks for about 7 years.  They were long and beautiful but heavy.  Both physically and mentally.  They caused people to think a certain way about me.  That I was radical or vegetarian.  I was kind of radical and a vegeatarian but who wants to be judged by their cover all the time.

Then I cut off the locks, I kept my hair short for a few years.  And then I let it grow and still wore it natural.  It got pretty long and I mostly pulled it back.  About 2 years ago I got it cut into a curly natural style.  Think curly afro again, only this time I chose the curly afro which makes all the difference and differentiates my junior high experience.

Fast forward to today.  I’m wearing my hair once again like I did when I was 16.  The point?  Don’t really have one.  But hair is a mysterious thing and a complicated one especially for people of African descent.  I do have to say that I actually like my hair now and look forward to playing with it for the rest of my life!

Balance

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Each morning when I think about what to blog about or whether to blog at all, I wonder, is this just personal, or would this be interesting to someone else?  What is purely personal?  Is it something that only I care to discuss?  Something my family and friends want to hear only because they are connected to me?  Or is it something that even a stranger might be interested in?

For example, this morning I was thinking about myself and how I tend to reach my balance in life by going from one extreme to another.  I guess it’s the Libra in me.  The scales.  First tip all the way to one side, then tip all the way to the other until I find my balance.  I tend to do this in all things whether it’s exercise, shopping, fashion and beauty, eating, you name it.  It’s easy to get annoyed with oneself.  I’d rather be a more steady person.  But maybe it’s my personality, who I am that makes me this way.  Should I try to fight it?  Can I?  Mostly I need to make peace with who I am and as long as I’m not wreaking havoc, maybe it really is ok.  Afterall, it’s gotten me this far.  Going from extreme to moderate isn’t easy if you are me, but on some days, after I’ve tipped to both sides, I find myself safely in the middle, a moderate.

Weeds

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“Weed — a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’ve always liked this quote.  I guess because I’ve always been an underdog person.  But who doesn’t like the idea of a diamond in the rough.  I also appreciate things not being what they appear to be.  

We all have goodness and virtue inside us.  We are children of God and as such we have access to virtue.  Are you a weed?  Are you waiting for your virtue to emerge?  Remember that you can change any time you want.  You don’t have to keep living in sin.  Turn your life over to the Lord and He can do great things in your life.  Discover your virtue.

Jumping Around In The Water With The Old Ladies

Picture by Robert S. Donovan

I do water aerobics.  And I am unapologetic about it.  Some would be embarassed.  I should mention that I’m not 50 yet.  It’s a popular activity with people (mostly women) over 60.  Many wouldn’t be caught dead being seen in one of “those” classes.  But it’s so fun.  I used to love jumping up and down in the pool when I was a kid and it still feels good.  And you can always work out as hard as you want.  Granted, it’s not the most challenging workout in the world but I’m not a most challenging work out kind of girl.  I move for an hour.  The ladies are lots of fun.  There’s good music.  We are in the water!  What’s not to love?

It’s just teling people that I do water areobics.  You can tell that people look down on it or think it’s dorky or too old.  I know it’s not hip or cool.  But approaching 50 I’m not so hip anymore.  So I will comtinue to jump around in the pool and be proud.  I’m approaching old ladyhood and loving it!

Hello world!

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This is my first post.  I’m new to blogging and have been reluctant to start.  I’m not sure why I’ve avoided it.  I love to talk and love to write letters.  Why not chat into cyber world?  I guess it’s the pressure of not saying something that is worthwhile and meaningful enough.  But I’m only planning to share this with my friends. 

Here goes nothing.  First, I’d like to explain the blog address and title.  The address is “Give Thanks And Praise.”  That’s easy to explain.  I am a Christian and first and foremost I want to be grateful to God for all that I am and all that I have: my life, my health, my intellect, my family, my friends, my job, the air.  Everything!  Thank you God!  You are wonderful. 

Next, the title: “Butterflies and Bunny Rabbits.”  That’s based on something my husband says to me all the time.  He also calls me Pollyanna.  I have a sunny optimistic perspective which in this world you are sometimes made to feel ashamed of.  Well I claim it lock, stock and barrel.  The glass is half full!

Nice chatting with you.  Back soon.  Am I supposed to blog every day?  Is it ok to blog more than once a day?  Are typos ok?  Lots to learn!