Remember the clients I lost recently? [let it go] The ones with the mansion? [let it go] The ones who left their dogs in a cage in the kitchen with no water? [let it go] The ones who consistently paid me inconsistently? [let it go] The ones who still owe me money? [let it go] I miss their dogs a lot. [let it go] So I called them [Ohh no!]
Oh yes. I requested to see the dogs one last time so I could say goodbye. The child-woman first insulted me by referring to me as "just a dogwalker" and then insisted it was "weird" that I wanted to see the dogs. She squirmed and chickened out of answering my request. She wanted to check in with her grandpa-boyfriend before calling me back. We hung up - and I knew I'd never see those dogs again.
I cried. [letting them go]
Speaking of letting go...
I'm getting my hair cut today for the first time in over a year. It's a big deal. I'm really excited. I don't usually get this excited about cutting my hair because I'm all for letting it grow to the ground. But I must be maturing.
A couple of years ago, I had long, thick, gnarly dreadlocks. I loved them for the first year and a half. At some point, they took on a form of their own and eventually they were just too much. I made an appointment with the only person I trust to do anything to my hair. We spent four hours cutting and unknotting the locks in August 2002.
I was short-n-sassy for a while. And for the first time in my life, I loved it. Still, I couldn't wait for it to grow in. I just love the feeling of flowing hair.
Well, here we are, a year and a half later. I'm so ready for layers and style again! I'm blessed with healthy, thick, dark, wavy hair. It's in the genes I guess.
It's taken me years to love the hair I have. It's been bleached and streaked, dyed red, purple and plum. It's been permed and straightened. It's had tiny braids, twisties and dreadlocks. And today I love it just the way it is. Although, I am considering highlights. Ha! We'll see what my dear-friend-hairdresser says. It's all up to her!