But I've learned to live with it, and make the best of the hair type I've been given. (For the record, I would have loved heavy straight hair, or hair that is curly and wild.) It's like my creator couldn't decide. I've got hair with lots of body and wave, but curls don't really stay in and it tends to be frizzy. I can flat iron it to be straight, but it isn't that heavy glossy kind of straight hair. Mine is more like hundreds of excited little exclamation points that like to fly all around rather than falling neatly and heavily into place.
But that's ok - I've long since made peace with it. And rather than fight it and try to have it do something it would rather not do, we've come to an understanding. I get it mostly straight, or somewhat curly, using a lightweight styling product that we can all agree on. It's light enough that it doesn't make my hair feel dirty, but it carries enough heft to do the job. And then I let it go. I don't get upset when waves creep into straightened hair. I don't despair when ringlets fade into waves. It is what it is. It's saved me countless hours of restyling and frustration. It's allowed me the freedom to stop looking in every mirror I pass, and to stop fussing with it. It's a fait accompli.
Strangely enough, I'm liking it. Even on the most humid, breezy beach day, with salt air whipping through it, I kind of like those sticky waves that are produced. I like that fact that, unlike 14 year old me, I don't need to have a brush with me every minute of the day. After yoga, I can just let it down from the makeshift bun. Jumbled up hair can actually look good.
Now what started this whole thought process was this little cartoon that a Facebook friend had on his page. It got me thinking about what is the most time consuming thing for me when getting ready. I used to think it was my hair. I've pared it down, and refined the routine. Then I thought maybe my makeup was taking up too much time. That, too, is almost nonexistent these days. So I've come to the conclusion that this cartoon was meant for me. Because this is EXACTLY what I do in the shower. I ponder. I wonder. I do yoga stretches. I worry. I think some more. Deep, deep thoughts. Sometimes I plan menus or, at holiday time, think about gifts I need to buy. And then - oh yeah. I lather up, maybe shave, and then get out. The actual purpose of being in the shower (the scrub a dub) takes me maybe 5 minutes of the 30 minutes I'm languishing. It made me laugh so much it was hard to stop. I used to think that I was the only one who thought deep thoughts for a half an hour while showering. But this little cartoon has made me realize that I'm not the only one. So c'mon - stop pretending like you don't do it too. (Except nurses. For some reason, nurses seem to take really fast showers. I guess they are correctly focused on saving lives?) But the rest of you? *eyebrow cocked* We're all guilty of trying to figure it all out in 25 minutes worth of hot water. And then when we're fully awake, we realize it's an impossible dream and we lather up and move on to what's for breakfast.