I welcome change with neither arms wide open nor arms closed shut . . . but it is welcomedGirl in Her Twenties
I accidentally cut my short hair shorter.
After washing my hair Sunday morning, I thought it would be a good idea to clip the “dead ends” or split ends whichever term is more known to you. A clip turned into a huge accidental cut of the left section of my hair that further led to me having to cut more hair to even everything out.
I don’t hate it but I don’t love it, it’s different.
I’ve always wanted to get my hair professionally cut to get that 90’s Nia Long look but I was always too afraid at the same time. My hair made my head look less big in my opinion so my insecurity felt secure by it and the thought of not having that security heightened my reluctance to take that cutting step.
I feel like I’m on the verge of transition, change is coming.
For the last two weeks I’ve been feeling this need to mentally and emotionally prepare for change, I don’t know the form it’s coming in but I know it’s near. Maybe I’m weird but cutting my hair on Sunday just physically solidified what I already knew mentally, I’m in a period of transition.
I’m nervous but excited, change is good (sometimes).
I don’t oppose or abet change, I usually wait and see how it feels since I’m a lukewarm person majority of the times. I told God in my prayers tonight that I’m ready for what’s next and I meant it, whatever that change or those changes are, I’m ready.
Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it turned into a butterfly.Unknown
I use this quote so often that I need to put it on one of the walls in my room, maybe next to that bookshelf I’m planning on getting. I like the evolution of a butterfly, could be the reason I’m hitching to get a butterfly tattoo but I admire its growth from something small to something admirable and beautiful; reminds me of me.
It’s 1:56 a.m. and I should be sleeping but I took some medication for my severe headache this afternoon and fell asleep and woke up a few hours ago and now my mind doesn’t want to sleep again so I thought writing a little might help me.
What’s on your mind?