Just over two months of not brushing my hair, letting it take on a life of its own as the strands twisted and turned into each other, I decided to take a comb to it. The answer is simple, yet complicated. For one thing, it's knitting season. This is the time of year I spend a ridiculous amount of time with my ass planted on my couch, under a blanket with a ball of yarn and a set of circulars attached to me like another appendage. And I like hats. Last season I could have supplied a small country with the amount of hats I knit. Unfortunately when I put one of my favorites on for the first time a couple weeks ago I realized that my dreads were stretching them out. And I knew that if I continued on this journey the hats would just stretch further, or else I'd have to knit some slouchy hats, which would be fine, but alas....the time had come.
And it wasn't just the hats. To be honest, I was starting to feel like a mess. Obvious from my last post, my hair was becoming a tangled web that required much more attention than I had the time, or energy, to pay to it. September and October were crazy busy months for photography work and I've spent the past few weeks editing the results. On top of a full time job, two energetic children, a house that is in a perpetual state of remodeling, and the every-day stuff, I just didn't have time to spend taking care of my dreads. I didn't, and don't, have the time to form them, help them along and baby them the way they were asking me.
Do I feel like I failed? Do I regret brushing them out and giving up on the journey when it was only beginning? No, not at all. Because I didn't fail and the journey is far from over. The dreads were merely a part of a much bigger journey; one that I'm still on and will be on for quite some time I'm sure. It felt really, really, REALLY GOOD to brush my hair out. It felt amazing to wash it the next day and see it lay perfectly around my face, all shiny and still healthy. Yes, most importantly, my hair did not lose any of the glow and luster that it's always had. I'm certain that part of the reason for letting it go in the first place was so that I could come back to this point and appreciate my long, thick, strawberry-blonde tresses, because for a long time I've felt my hair was a burden.
The next step? I'm letting it grow long again.
What else? I'm taking another big step and fitting in a yoga class this week. It's ridiculously sad that I've been working here for two months now and haven't made the time to go up one flight of stairs and take an hour of time to give my body the attention it needs. And the goal is to make a habit of doing it at least once a week. My limbs, my muscles, they beg me for it. And I miss the way I used to move my body when I was younger. No plans on becoming an olympic gymnast, but I do hope to be able to do a back walkover again!
For now? My latest knitting creation is within arms reach, and I'm logging out to finish it up.