172 - Out of My Comfort Zone
I'm purposely stepping out of my comfort zone to where I know for a certainty I'll be nervous and tense and perhaps a little panicked.
Yes, it's time to take down the locs. GASP
I've done it before and with a lot more and a lot longer locs than I now have. This time it's simply because I never really wanted this set. I re-loced because of swimming and teaching dance fitness. Because I didn't really want them this time, I've pretty much hated them from the beginning. I've changed the color, I've contemplated getting them cut into a style, I've given myself the talk about how I'll love them when they're long. But I won't; not this time.
My last set I loved completely for 7.5 of the 8.5 years I had them and then it took me a year to convince myself to cut them. This time I've spent the entire time convincing myself NOT to cut them.
I feel trapped. I have always sworn to myself I would never let my hair dictate my fitness level and activities. Well now I realize I've let my fitness level and activities dictate my hair; that, too, is unacceptable.
So I'm spending time every day/evening taking down as many as I can and I'll wear my hair in a camouflaging style until they're all out. I've stepped out of my comfort level and I'm actually looking forward to the discomfort I know is coming. It means I'll be able to spend time playing with my hair and finding cute styles and refamiliarizing myself with black hair care ... always a plus.
Yes, it's time to take down the locs. GASP
I've done it before and with a lot more and a lot longer locs than I now have. This time it's simply because I never really wanted this set. I re-loced because of swimming and teaching dance fitness. Because I didn't really want them this time, I've pretty much hated them from the beginning. I've changed the color, I've contemplated getting them cut into a style, I've given myself the talk about how I'll love them when they're long. But I won't; not this time.
My last set I loved completely for 7.5 of the 8.5 years I had them and then it took me a year to convince myself to cut them. This time I've spent the entire time convincing myself NOT to cut them.
I feel trapped. I have always sworn to myself I would never let my hair dictate my fitness level and activities. Well now I realize I've let my fitness level and activities dictate my hair; that, too, is unacceptable.
So I'm spending time every day/evening taking down as many as I can and I'll wear my hair in a camouflaging style until they're all out. I've stepped out of my comfort level and I'm actually looking forward to the discomfort I know is coming. It means I'll be able to spend time playing with my hair and finding cute styles and refamiliarizing myself with black hair care ... always a plus.