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Or start over
What was I thinking? Somewhere in early spring, I cut several inches off my hair: ten to be exact. It brought it to my shoulders where I would curl it under in a classic look. Cutting a few bangs was a mistake. A big mistake. It was like having to style two hair dos, one for my shoulders, the other for my face. This may suit other women, but I’m a wash and wear hair woman and this was the opposite of what I wanted to do and be. It looked all right for a few weeks, but then it grew into my eyes and the trial began. Oh, for the good old days, when my hair was all long enough to pull into a pony tail. Now when I pull it back, two clumps of hair hang on either side of my face, getting longer everyday, but not long enough. None of the accessories (clips, combs, barrettes) and none of the appliances (curling irons, blow dryers) can make the clumps look decent. It’s a daily challenge. The bangs are just barely behind my ears now, but won’t stay there.
The last time I cut bangs, one of my kids got married and all those wedding photos documented the nightmare. I should have known better. No weddings this year, but it’s a long road to long, and it’s bad hair year.
Anger is a waste of time, but passion is life! It means we care enough to have an opinion, a passionate opinion. Sometimes passion isn't important: should we eat at Outback or Olive Garden? Either will produce the same end result. But there are things that matter a lot, like having a doctor misdiagnose your illness as bronchitis when you have pneumonia, which is why I have a passionate distrust of doctors.
You can’t fake passion. Passion is involuntary. It causes the heart to race and the palms to sweat to talk about your passion. It dominates your being for the moment. It means something matters so much that it excites you! Passion is the heart revealed.
Sweet memories nourish my life. A smell or a song can take me back to another time and place. I took my kids on a cross country trip that became a special memory for all five of us. We went to meaningful places and visited family and friends, but the best part of it all was the closeness we felt with each other. We spent so much time in the car, it was home. I have joyful memories of penny surfing in