Sunday Confessional

I'm starting something called my "Sunday Confessional" for two reasons.  First, I would like to remind myself that it's okay to get down sometimes, as long as I pull myself out of it within a reasonable amount of time.  Second, I'd like to be more real with you, my readers, by expressing my "down moments" as well as my generally positive perspective.  Feel free to be vulnerable here with me, and share things that you are struggling with as well.

Okay, so here it is:

My Sunday Confessional:

This week, I nearly cried in the shower because of the seemingly paradoxical "Ahhh... so much less hair," and "GAH, I have NO HAIR!!!"  The first is a positive, light, wonderful feeling.  The second is SCARY!  I reached back and there was virtually, comparatively, NOTHING there.  Everyone (okay, like 3 people) have told me how "brave" I am for cutting off so much hair, but I honestly hadn't thought about it from a vanity standpoint until they pointed out how brave it was.  Now, I'm playing with products and trying to get my hair to do what I'd like it to, and it isn't really cooperating as easily as I had hoped.  Handling this whole "new hair, new me" thing, right after I washed it, pretty much looked like this:

I stared in the mirror with a line of hair product in front of me.  I had rarely used hair product when my hair was long, but something tells me it will be essential in the coming months!  Gazing at myself in the mirror led me to thinking back on the words I uttered so casually just days ago, "it'll always grow back."  Those words seemed to have a slower than snail-like connotation when considered in retrospect.

Dealing with my demons:

I called a friend who I knew would brighten my mood.  We had plans to hang out, but he confessed that he wasn't up for it (bummer, because that means now I really won't leave the apartment today).  We chatted on the phone for a while, and then my guitar started calling my name. 

I got all of my "scary" feelings out in the form of sweet frustration, learning to play the guitar.  I love my acoustic; she is such a bright sounding guitar (specifically strung that way), and she is always there for me when the world gets me down.

Message of the Day:  We all get down sometimes, just don't let your demons keep you down for long.

Either way, it won't change my reality.  Cheers!