My hair has been out of control lately. It’s not straight. There’s a slight wave to it, and in combination with the golden shades towards the front, it’s been looking a bit wild. I like it a lot actually. I kind of just throw it around and let it land where ever gravity takes it. I like playing with it and seeing what it looks like. It probably looks bad majority of the time, but I don’t care. I like it untamed.
“We need not be afraid to touch, to feel, to show emotion. The easiest thing in the world is to be what you are, what you feel. The hardest thing to be is what other people want you to be.”—Leo Buscaglia
No joke, I think I’m okay. For the first time in a long time I think it’s safe to say that. As long as nothing shifts from underneath me that is. As long as this stays. As long as I can breathe. I can wrap my head around this for once. Let’s keep it going. No fear. No “what ifs”. No variables whatsoever. I’m enjoying this for what it is. My questions are answered and I’m happy to the point where I literally can’t stop smiling. My cheeks are burning, but I like the sensation. It’s the burning that reminds me.