Sunday I stayed pretty close to home. The neighbors noticed and asked if I had pink
eyebrows too (she was across the street).
No, I don’t. That’s too
much! Nolan and I had a couple errands
to run, but this being Halloween season I didn’t get too many weird looks. One little boy did say to his mom “Mom, why
is that ladies’ hair pink?” I didn’t
stay to hear her explanation.
Monday, I went to pick up Nolan at school. I was able to explain it to a big bunch of
parents, which reduced the number of times I had to repeat it. The young girls were elated. One proclaimed “I want pink hair, it’s my dream hair” emphasis on dream J
Tuesday was a big day for me. I had a very important introductory
meeting with a leader at a healthcare organization and I was very nervous about
the hair. As it turns out, she didn’t
care. When I asked her if she wanted an
explanation she said ‘it’s not necessary’.
Perhaps I just don’t give people enough credit. I’ve hidden my tattoos for years thinking
that people would look at them and make judgments about me; maybe it was my perception
of myself that has been skewed all these years.
During pick-up at Nolan’s school a woman that barely ever
talks to me normally told me that not only was she a breast cancer survivor but
a thyroid cancer survivor. It occurred to
me how deep some of the stories are that we carry. I’m learning a lot about people as a result
of this and I think that’s pretty cool.
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