Adapting to a New Season of Life

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I’m not someone who’s experienced a whole lot of change in my life. I’ve never moved. I haven’t experienced the loss of a loved one that I am super close with. The longest I’ve been away from my family is like, two weeks max… heck, I’ve never even dyed my hair! (Except for that one time in high school I let a friend talk me into dying a little chunk towards the back using boiling water and red Kool-Aid… Not my best look, but at least it went away… like 6 months later, LOL!)

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Life is Like a Set of Hot Rollers

The other night I did something I almost never do- I curled my hair using hot rollers. I rarely use them, and there’s a few reasons why. 1: They’re a pain in the neck to put in. They’re either too tight or too lose, and don’t even get me started on those little metal things that come with most sets that are meant to secure the rollers. Horrible! 2: They’re super time consuming, at least for me. I could have those things in for a good hour and a half, and my hair still won’t have that bouncy, effortless effect that I want. 3: They’re unpredictable. When you put hot rollers in your hair, you never know what it’s going to end up looking like. You could be left with a head of hair that Khloe Kardashian herself would be jealous of. Or, you end up with a hot mess of straight pieces mixed with curly ones, mixed with kinky ones, mixed with frizzy ones… You get the idea.

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Rejoicing in the Face of Rejection

It’s something we’ve all faced and will continue to face at some point in our lives. Whether it’s from a friend, significant other, employer, or family member, rejection is never fun. I’ve certainly had my fair share of a variety of rejection throughout my life. For some reason, I always think it’s going to get easier, but it never does. It seems like the older we get, the more passionate we become about things, and when these things aren’t handed to us, the rejection stings just a little more than we had anticipated.

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The Best Is Yet To Come

The anticipation was building. I stood behind the curtain, waiting for my cue to enter. I heard the dialogue of the other actors on stage and felt the presence of the audience even though I couldn’t see them yet. Finally, it was time. I walked on stage, wearing a poodle skirt, timidly carrying a lunch tray and began my dialogue. I’ll never forget that moment.

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