I will be what's asked of me.
This morning I sat down in front of my vanity mirror, and after a few minutes of absent-minded hair brushing, I realized that my shoulders were covered with the broken ends of my recently permed hair. I've patiently waited for months for my hair to grow long, and now I'll likely have to chop it off again.
I have to admit, I cried a little bit. Not just for a few inches of hair, but for how metaphoric it is. I feel like I've struggled patiently for the last few months. Stopped whining, and started really working to move forward, to GROW as a person. I've sent out dozens of resumes, had four interviews, saved hundreds of dollars.
In the end, no progress, and my motivation is drying up. How long until I am so brittle that I break?
I have to admit, I cried a little bit. Not just for a few inches of hair, but for how metaphoric it is. I feel like I've struggled patiently for the last few months. Stopped whining, and started really working to move forward, to GROW as a person. I've sent out dozens of resumes, had four interviews, saved hundreds of dollars.
In the end, no progress, and my motivation is drying up. How long until I am so brittle that I break?