One of my coworkers came to my cube to discuss future field work. She smiled at me, saying, “I really like your hair. It looks really good like that.”
In the realm of womanhood, hearing this stamp of approval is meaningful, since this particular coworker has the prettiest hair ever. It is black and flows all the way down her back. When I had short, fried hair last year, I had serious hair envy whenever I worked with her. After field work, we’d go out to eat, and her hair would be flowing prettily down her back, while mine was shoved in a short, sad ponytail.
Now that I’ve stopped changing my hair color eighty times a year and have been taking a break from coloring my hair, it’s FINALLY GETTING LONG, Y’ALL.
Yep, reading this entry is 30 seconds of your life that you can’t get back.