Hair Dryer

This morning as I was blow drying my hair
and viewing the creation
that my hair was becoming
and wondering
why
why
why
is it that
with the same hair style
the same hair dryer
the same hands, the roller brush, mind and memory
together
cannot handle having my hair come out the same each time

argggggggg

and not argggggggg

I have had bad hair day chats with several co workers and know that the same thing happens to them so my guess is you are with me on this. I don't try to blow dry my hair differently but it comes out different each time somehow. On windy days I wonder where my mind was when I spent all of that time creating a decent hair style to have it be blown this way and that. Combing it does not make much of a difference as at that point in time all the poof the hair dryer helped put into my hair that morning is now somewhere down the street on the head of hair of someone else because it is long gone from mine.

Most days my hair comes out close enough to the day before. Then there are days when I am aghast at what the hair dryer and I have created. Then there are the days when I can't help but linger a little longer in front of the mirror and admire the creation. My hair is as perfect as perfect can be and try to log in my brain just how it came to be so I can recreate it the next day.

But no matter the length of my lingering, it is my experience that I will never see that same hair style again. Each day will be different.

Just like my life.

Days when I am aghast at what falls in my lap. Days when it is mundane and much like the day before. sigh Then there are days when I am so in love with life and hope the day will never ever end and what have I done to deserve such blessings.

you too?