Letting (The Curls) Go

So I am beyond recognition now. The Little Brother walked right past me today, and at the last moment before we parted ways, let out a yelp "it's you! I could not recognise you - it's the hair."

Be forewarned: this is a terribly frivolous post.

I could not, and still cannot, get past the loss of my curls - of six sweet years. Pardon me while I grieve. They were my babies! (Oh alright, that is not a very flattering shot, but the best one I've got that showcases the length.) Concerned colleagues asked what *made* me straighten my hair - you know, in that tone - perhaps expecting me to burst into tears, sobbing that I had lost my boyfriend and thus my life.

Unfortunately I had to disappoint the lot of them and calmly reply that I sat down in The Hair Guru's Chair thinking and believing with all my heart that I was there for a hair cut but as I looked around the salon, with the immense weight (oh they felt like gold) of The Curls pulling towards my shoulders, and the long straight haired ones happily flicking their thin sticks of hair (which were calling out to me to please have them too), I calmly told The Hair Guru that I would like to straighten my hair. All this, despite the look of sheer horror on he who curled my hair four months ago (with me telling him then that 'the curlier the better' so The Curls can stick around for a lovely year). So there. No grand sob story, I'm afraid.

Well, tending to concerned colleagues aside: it could be in a very metaphorical way some sort of release; of letting go of the baggage that has been with me all these six years. I look eons younger, fresher and lighter. It's as if a load of my past has fallen away. Honestly, I do not like how I look with straight hair, yet I felt that each time I look into the mirror (I shock myself without fail as I wonder who's this strange stranger?) I am reminded that the Lord has a new self that I need to discover; that He yearns to reveal in me. So far am I from the Lord right now, it is amazing that He bothers revealing Himself in ways so small yet so divine.

I need to cease typing now because sleep beckons. In other news, the usual ten minute drive along nicoll highway took all of an entire hour today. It's bloody unbelievable. Note to self: ERP does not deter crazy car-philes which this sunny island is infested with; sleep less or sleep earlier, please.

Excuse me while I attempt (hopefully, finally successfully) to wake early.

claire.