I’ve begun brushing my hair again. I started it a few days ago, and it has been long enough that I don’t remember what day was the start of it. I just remember that I thought about it for at least a few days, if not weeks, and then finally went and pulled out a brush I’d found, cleaned it out, and used it. I brushed my hair three times that day (meaning occasions, not strokes). And I’ve done it at least once, if not two or three times each day since.
My old flatmate had a mirror-markered message on her bathroom mirror, and it has always stuck with me in my low times. It read:
You’re never going to Δ your life
until you Δ something you do daily.
I originally had a secret affinity for it, and therefore for the not-yet-flatmate, because of her use of delta for the word change. I love math and language, and I slightly nerded out at that casual use of delta. Naturally, I liked the message, too, but it was really the deltas that had the image stick so well in my mind. Not going to lie, here. (lolz… as I sit on my bed, just before I go to sleep…)
Anyway, that message has been a sort of stick in my side, whenever I get down in life. So, after probably a year of not really brushing my hair regularly (slash almost at all), I began brushing it daily. And it looks great, of course, because I’m not in the drier Japanese climate in which I previously lived – it gave me curly-type wavy hair, if I didn’t brush it…, but I also stopped brushing it, because I couldn’t justify the effort… which I find sad, because it is extremely easy to brush my hair. Anyway, I’m doing it again, now, and I’m glad for it.
Every little step along the way not only improves the outcome, but beautifies the journey, which is where we spend most of the time, anyway. 🙂