I Whip My "hair" Back and Forth

So...where have I been? I've been in a rut. A major life rut. Can't seem to shake it but also couldn't go another day without writing. So, here I am.

Got a lot of heavy stuff going on so I thought I'd write about something light, like hair.

As a Black woman, hair is quite a struggle.

I like wearing my hair straight (also known as "pressed") but doing so limits my workout activities. One good workout and my straightened hair goes right back to Africa. Then I have to straighten it again, and that takes time.

Then I was wearing it "natural" for a while which means that there was no heat applied so it was "kinky-coily-nappy". Works for me but I get the "side-eye" at work, and sometimes even at church. What's a girl to do???

Well, I'll tell you what THIS girl did. I bought a wig! Yes siree-bob. I sure did. Last Wednesday I bought a wig...and I wore it to work Thursday. It got rave reviews and I really liked it except for the fact that the bangs are a little long and got in my eyes causing one eye to be completely blood shot by the end of the day. For those who know about my eye issues, you know that I couldn't have that sooo...Thursday after work I went right back to the wig store and bought ANOTHER WIG. This one was a short pixie style. I like that one too, actually makes me look younger (or at least I think it does).

What I like about the wigs are that I can have a nice straight style with my "natural" hair underneath. So when I want to work out, I can. And when I want my hair straight, I just throw on one of my new friends and voilà, instant straight hair.

It's all quite interesting.

I never thought I'd be a "wig-wearer", but there are so many other things about this life of mine that I also never thought would be, so wearing a wig is the least of my surprises. I used to think that wigs were for old ladies, or something to be embarrassed about. I mean, even if I were to wear a wig, certainly I shouldn't tell anyone that it's not my own hair. At least that's what I used to think. Pssht! Skip that. As soon as someone compliments me on "my hair", I instantly tell them that it's a wig. I have absolutely NO SHAME. I mean really...why hide behind a lie?

So there you have it. That's the fun I've been having in my life to break up some of the rut-monotony that I've got going on.

Still trying to find my place in the world. Still trying to get to a place, a CAREER, where I can help people and make a positive difference with this life that God has given me.

For now though, I'm still in a cubicle, chiseling away with a toothpick. Hoping and praying that one day soon I will make my way out and into my career of purpose. Hoping and praying.

So how 'bout you? Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever worn a wig? If not, would you? If not, why not?

Talk to me!

Til next time...