Saturday, January 31, 2009

Growing Out My Hair

So I'm growing out my hair and my wise friend Michelle commented on how she is also growing out her hair and how it a metaphor for her life. It occured to me that it has become a metaphor for my life as well.

Since I had open heart surgery on 9/22/08, my life has been in a serious state of "growing out"-going from that safe predictable bob I've sported for the past 100 years to a new, sassy, hipper version of myself. Nothing is safe or predictable after having heart surgery. Nothing. But is LIFE ever safe or predictable? God I hope not!

So here I am, growing out my hair... trying to figure out what I'm going to look like now. In that in between stage, in between careers, relationships, body images, and hair cuts. Right now I'm in that awkward stage. Nothing makes sense, that stage where you can't do a thing with it and it would be easier to just shave everything off and start over (which may be an option!) but where you just have to hang in there and see where it goes. Guess I'm just going to invest in some headbands and jump in!