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Beauty and nutrition on Sundays, writing on Wednesdays, and the rest on Fridays.
About two weeks ago, I had an epiphany about making my twist outs and Curlformer sets last longer.
I was staying with family out of town and was so exhausted one night I didn’t even bother pulling my satin cap out of my luggage. Instead, I merely pineappled my freshly Culformed hair and went to sleep. In my drowsy state, I was faintly nervous about how messed up and frizzy my hair would be in the morning—but not nervous enough to get up.
The next morning, I took my hair down to check it and was absolutely shocked at how straight and clean my roots were. I flipped my hair back—and forth—much to the amusement of my family, then pinned it back up and went along my way. That evening, I drove home and put on my satin scarf and bonnet as usual, turned up the heater in my apartment as usual, and went to bed.
The next morning, my roots were puffy and fused together with frizziness.
An annoying conundrum, you say? You bet. And I intended to get to the bottom of it immediately.
One thing that has always eluded me is the ability to grow my hair past my shoulders. While this may not be a big deal to most, it’s something that I’ve never experienced my entire life. Due to poor maintenance, heat damage, and chemical damage, my hair has never been a pretty picture.
Ever since I stopped getting relaxers and began growing my hair naturally, I’ve experienced health and growth that I have never seen before. My hair is, as of this post, about an inch above my bra strap—and shockingly, it doesn’t look like it’s slowing down.
I've already surpassed my personal goals. Now I want to see if I can reach a length that I’ve never even fathomed before.
It goes without saying.
I hate down days.
What are down days?
Down days are those times when you get into your own head over something trivial and stupid. Maybe you forgot something at the grocery store, and now you’re going to be late to a party. Or maybe a friend didn’t call you when you felt you needed their opinion the most. Or maybe you’ve driven in Atlanta traffic too many days in a row, and you just want to get home.
If left to fester, this little spark can ignite a flame that can kill your motivation to do anything else productive for the rest of the day. Suddenly, everything about your life is wrong, and you don’t even think the good stuff is worth considering. If it were up to you, you would turn around, go back to bed, and fade from existence one thought at a time.
Yeah. Not a happy place.
For those that know me, they know I don’t curse on any level.
Well, except for when—
But I digress.
On my natural journey towards longer, healthier, fuller hair, I’ve been tweaking my hair care regimen to maximize results. I thought I was covering my bases pretty well when, during a perusal of scientific backings and explanations (aka lurking amongst online blogs and forums), I fell upon a tidbit of ditching plastic combs for quality wood, bone, or horn alternatives.
“Jeepers,” I said, “what literacy is this?” I read deeper, perplexed yet intrigued, and found a great deal of info that I had somehow missed over the last year and a half.
Angelia smiled patiently, waiting for me to formulate my next question. I wish I could say it was as detailed and as brilliant as the first one, but I was still thrown by the fact that she had chosen to label me a writer.
A creative person, sure. An independent person, obviously. An artist, even. Artist is a generic term. How in the world did she guess writer?
“Um,” I said. “Well. I guess my living arrangement is a little up in the air.”
“Ah,” said Angelia and launched into a basic analysis of my renting conditions and my potential to buy the home of my dreams within the next couple of years. Again, it was really nothing that I could confirm or deny.
It was after she gave me this friendly advice that she once again veered off into a direction I couldn’t have expected.
“Your time to buy a house is coming up much sooner than you think. You’re now in the time when you are finally getting your finances together after a lot of old debts.” She paused. “2009 was a very hard year for you,” she said solemnly. “In fact, it was the year when everything just turned upside down for you.”
I felt my mouth slip open.