Damian

It is so odd because as time has gone on, I’ve begun to feel a personal attachment to my hair. I am so connected to it. It’s a party of me literally but it’s more than that – it’s a testiment to my individuality. Everyday, I run my fingers through it. Not because I’m vain or anything – it’s because when you love something so much, you want to know it’s there. That’s how I feel about my hair. It’s really cool.

I’d like to make an effort to carve just a little time out of my day, every day, and on Sunday’s to just rest my heart, mind, and soul. And listen to my inner voice. I sometimes forget that I’m not just here to serve the world, the world is here to also serve me. So I should take advanatage of that god-given right. I think every day after work, is the best time to rest. I also think that I should steadfastly guard my Sunday afternoons for myself only – no family, no pets, no work, no business, no problems, no distractions, just quiet time to listen to myself.

Today, my hair is entering into a “shag” stage. This is usually the time when I want to cut my hair, BUT I’M NOT GOING TO CUT IT. Everyone at work is already commenting about how long my hair is. But no one has told me YET to cut it. I was talking to two women this week and I told them about my goal to let my hair grow long. One woman looked confused. The other woman said, “Do it! It’s freeing and it’s you’re hair and no one should tell you what to do with it.” It made me feel good to hear that. But even if she didn’t say it, I would not cut it.