Why do you do what you do?How much choice do we have in what defines us? How much of what defines us is based on a certain amount of chance or inevitable amount of fate? I’m a soul mate, a sister, a daughter, and a friend. I am a student, a dreamer, and a believer. I’m alive! … Most of the time. I feel most alive when I am laughing or smiling. Not the fake smile you give to people just passing threw, but the real smile. The one that seems to give your soul a breath of fresh air. I’m hope and I’m in love. I am learning patience and I am occasionally balanced. I’m an athlete. I’m driven. Although… for the first time, I’m not sure where I'm driving to next… I believe life is the process of carefully packing for the ride, but the beauty is that no one really knows what they will need or where their life will take them. Life is too short to sit and wonder. To watch and wait. I guess that brings me to my hair. I have crazy hair. Curly strands always escape the bobby pins and the rubber bands that attempt to tame it. I am the only one in my family with wild curly hair. My hair is a different everyday I wake up. Some days it’s curly. Some days it’s wavy. It’s been frizzy, poufy, and even dreaded. But heavens, I have never woken up straight hair. I joke that my hair is my inter-being. My “free soul” if you will. It’s almost always pulled back and pinned up: trapped. I’ve tried products. Shampoos that promise to ease my frizzy or tame my mane. Nothing has ever worked. Nothing about my hair is ever consistent beyond being pulled back in public and let loose at home. I am what I am. Call it chance or fate, but here I stand. So far I have packed my life well for the ride ahead. I have a feeling that there will be more real smiles and a lot more wild hair.
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