A Bad Hair Day


2015.12.04_Bad Hair DaysLet’s be honest.  We’ve all had a bad hair day.  At least one.  You wake up and you find that every strand of hair has a mind of it’s own.  Your cowlicks have cowlicks.  Your golden locks have decided to become dreadlocks.

Despite the frustration of furtive follicles, I’m honestly thankful for the occasional bad hair days.  These days remind me that, despite my best attempts to look “together”, I’m not always in control of my life.

When I get cocky and proud of all my accomplishments and successes, the bad hair day reminds me that I am not the master of my fate.  I am not the captain of my ship.  I am not the leader of my locks.

I am always grateful when my hair has a mind of its own.  It humbles me…and that’s always a good thing.

#ayearofgratitude

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