Washing of the hair

Goal: wash hair



Have you ever done something that, once finished, you felt fresh, light, and free? Washing my hair today left me feeling those exact things. I am very thankful to my nurse for actually washing my hair out. I was prepared to go it alone, but her assistance was right on time. I am getting my hair braided again tomorrow which, I hope, will once again lift my spirits.


I am usually the woman who has a standing hair appointment every two weeks: wash, condition, flat iron, and eye wax. I do not consider myself high maintenance, but I value keeping my hair looking great. It might be a bit different if I were physically able to curl, heat, or style my hair, but since I am unable, I don’t mind paying to give it the attention it (and I) so deserve. I believe everyone deserves to pamper themselves with something, and for me, it’s my hair.


Like I said, I am getting my hair braided tomorrow. For me, a fresh hair-do equals a fresh beginning. It’s like a new beginning, new possibilities, and all that jazz. I am hoping these new braids will see me through the end of my fixed ordeal. I know I will have months of physical therapy, but my braids will come out when the pins and frame come out. I just needed a fresh set of braids to guide me through this final stretch. Six weeks have been added to my framed sentence and I pray for the day when it is finally over. Here’s to a fresh start!