I do not like to be told what to do.
I know that is shocking to some of you, but not exactly a revelation to others. However, what I like even less that being told what to do is being told what I cannot do. When someone tells me that I cannot do something, my ear slick back, my head goes down, and I am ready to charge. I am guessing there may be a pride issue in there, but I have come to accept the fact that it is just the way I am and probably will always be.
A few days ago, during one our morning workouts I was having a conversation with my dear, dear friend Julie. We were discussing hair. I was lamenting over the current state of my hair, and the fact that it had gotten longer and I was unsure of what I was to do next. I mentioned to her, that I really thought it was time to grow it out. It has been nearly twenty years since I have had hair past my shoulders. I cut it all off on my eighteenth birthday, and I have never grown it out since. I have decided to several times, but I always get to that “in between” stage and then I chop it off in a fit of emotional despair. Plus, my husband LIKES short hair, so I have a reason for the constant hacking of my locks.
But, I would like a change. I would like to be able to pull it up and out of my face. I would like to have a major difference to go with all the work I have been putting into changing my body. Why not have different hair too! It would be a whole new me! So on I went….
Then, my dear, dear friend stopped her feet and looked me straight in the face and said…
I think you can do ANYTHING you set your mind to. You can lose the weight. You can meet your goals. You are a strong woman. You can rule the world, but you cannot, you will not grow out your hair.
My ears slicked back, and my head went down, and I think my eyes might have got little and beady. She does not think I can do it. She says I CANNOT!
Soooooooooooo, guess who HAS to grow her hair out now. Just to prove a point.
Guess whose husband is less than thrilled that the prospect, and is now refusing to shave his pitiful mustache off because of this?
Guess who will win.
I love you Julie.