"A really good experience, and it showed me that with a little change it´s posible to do a lot of things"
How I did it:
(I´m going to write it in english, but i´ll
put it in spanish after the text, so if I made a mistake and someone
undesrtands spanish, will tell me and I´ll corect it)I always thougth that a change on the hair, was a real change, but it couldn´t reinvent yourself. I was wrong.I
always liked dreadlocks (Rastas) but on other people. I was dark blond,
with a very, very! long hair, and i realy loved it. But i started to
think that dreadlocks will fit me, and i was thinking, why not? why i
should not do it? It´s just hair, it will grow up always!
But, it
was difficult, and i wasnt decided at all. One day a friend, told me
that before easter, both we had to have dreadlocks, she just in the
back, and me in all my hair.
I thought it was a good idea to put a final date, because if not, i knew i wouldnt do it, but for a time I forget it.
Until
one day, one very special day, a sunday, when i decided that, that
sundays was the last sunday i “had hair”, that i didn´t have dreadlocks.
I dind´t know, where i will do them, who…. I just knew, that i will do them.I wont tell how i knew the boy that made me the dreadlocks and all the story.But, next friday, at 15:30, after eating in his home with his girfriend, they started me to make me the dreadlocks…
I just couldnt belive it.
My hair, my lovely hair (of course, evrybody who i asked if i should do dreadlocks told me that i was crazy)but i was there, doing me dreadlocks.
When Pablo, the boy, told me, here is your first dreadlock, touch it, and i did it, whow…. i think i felt like, i really did it!And it wasn´t just because of the dreadlocks.
It was because of evrything.
I
finished something (i´m so lazy and i always left things half done), i
finished something that i really like!!! I won my fears, I won the
thought of “what will people think…”I don´t know at all how it happend, but the change of my hairdo really reinvented, change, myself.En español:Siempre pensé que un cambio en el pelo, era un cambio real, pero que no podría reinventarte a ti mismo. Estaba equivocada.Siempre
me habían gustado las rastas, pero en otra gente. Yo tenia el pelo de
un rubio oscuro, y muy, muy! largo y realmente me encantaba. Pero
empecé a pensar que me quedarían bien, y pensaba, ¿Por qué no? ¿Por qué
no debería hacerlo? Es solo pelo, volverá a crecer!
Pero era
difícil, y no estaba decidida del todo. Un día una amiga me dijo que
antes de semana santa, ambas deberíamos tener las rastas hechas, ella
solo en la parte de atrás, y yo en todo mi pelo.
Pensé que seria una
buena idea ponerle una fecha tope, porque si no, sabia que no lo haría,
aunque por un tiempo me olvide de ello.
Hasta un dia, un dia muy
especial, un domingo, cuando decidi que aquel domingo seria el útlimo
dia que “tendria pelo”, que no tendria rastas.
No sabia donde me las haria, quen me las haria… Solo sabia que me las haria.No contare como conoci al chico que me hizo las ratas y toda la historia.Pero el viernes siguiente, a las 15:30, despues de comer en su casa con su novia, empezaron a hacerme rastas.
No acababa de creermelo.
Mi
pelo, mi precioso pelo (por supeusto, todo el mundo al que le pregunte
que si me quedarian bien las rastas penso que estaba loca)Pero ahi estaba yo, haciendome rastas.
cuando
Pablo, el chico que me hacia las rastas, me dijo aqui esta tu primera
rasta, tocala, y lo hice. Whooow!... creo que me senti como, realmente
lo he hecho!Y no fue solo por las rastas.
Era por todo.
Habia
terminado algo (soy muy vaga y siempre dejo las cosas a medias), habia
terminado algo que realmente me gustaba! Habia vencido mis miedos.
Habia vencido el pensamiento de “que pensara la gente…”No se como paso del todo, pero el cambio de peinado realmente me reinvento, me cambio a mi misma.
Lessons & tips: Don´t think a little change will never change anything important. Just do it if it´s what you want to, without thinking on "what will people think"
Resources: Decide what i really wanted.
Nov 11, 01:04PM PST
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