Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
I finally got my hair cut. But thatâ€™s not the surprise. Yes, Iâ€™d meant to get it cut in March, but I was too swamped. While I took care of making appointments for everyone else, I didnâ€™t get around to doing my own. Still, I noticed back then that my hair had gotten really thick.
My hair has always Â been Â straightstraightstraight Â and spider-web superfine. Letâ€™s just say that I had a hard time keeping up with the Cosmo-Girl Â Big Hair trend of the 80â€™s.
During my divorce and the events that led up to it, all the stress had me shedding like crazy. And while itâ€™s still not as thick as it was several years ago, it is starting to get that lusher feel to it.
For someÂ reason, Â I see that vision of myself I had about 4 or 5 years ago during that deadly storm I feared I wouldnâ€™tÂ survive, the vision where I was standing in the grass with a Third Degreeâ€™s staff in my right hand, thinner than I was then, content but having come through some Â hard times, Aislinn mostly grown and standing in the distance, and me with my hair somewhat Â lighter and to my shoulders but curly. Somewhere in my later 40â€™s.
For some reason, I see Anna in my mindâ€™s eye. My cousin who died of leukemia last decade after three bone marrow Â transplants, Â the relative Â I Â have Â always Â looked most like, with the exception of our hair. The last time I saw her, sheâ€™d lost her long Â beautiful (platinum) blonde hair Â and, Â after Â radiation, Â it Â had Â come Â back Â my-color brown and softly curly. She was about 44 then.
My age now.
So I got my hair cut last week. Not much change in length or style. But this time, thereâ€™s a surprise.
What Iâ€™d shed has come back, all right. Itâ€™s come back curly.