My hair. May seem like a totally irrelevant topic for this blog. But for those that have seen me after a class of neck wrestling, pummeling or Thai clench work, my hair is a disaster. Half in and half out of a pony tail with a big chunk or two on the floor. I’m ok with that that. But for those that may know me socially or from my day job, this couldn’t be farther from normal. I love my hair. We have a pretty good relationship and have learned to work together much better as time has progressed. We still fight but it’s a purely loving relationship. I deep condition it once a week to keep it extra soft, reduce the amount of blow drying time so it stays as healthy as possible. I have been working for the last year to get the timing of my hair cuts just perfect around my birthday, Christmas (because I can’t go visit my parents looking like a hot mess that can’t take care of hair), etc. So I finally had the timing down just right. And in anticipation of my fight, which was going to be mid February. I scheduled a hair cut for yesterday. Because I knew if I went in for a hair cut in the middle of training camp, I’d probably be really frustrated and cut it off. Not a good scenario. So this way, fight would be over and I’d get a haircut just before my birthday party (which if you don’t know is probably the single most important day of my year). But the fight isn’t February….its March 30. And my hair is going to be a disaster by then. So in anticipation of my pure frustration, I made my hair dresser promise to not cut my hair off despite what I say, I only get a trim. And so that is my risk mitigation strategy so that I will have long hair still on April 2.
So I have thought about this for a while. Do I actually write this post? Do I put my dirty laundry out there for everyone? Or the handful that read my blog. And if I do, what do I say? Do I slam those involved? Do I take the high road? When is a “good” time to put it out there? A few days under my belt and there is probably no better time. So no secret, my ex-boyfriend was my coach. That worked out mildly well while we were together but add a breakup and somehow it just doesn’t work out as smoothly. Add a few of the worst things a person could do to another in there and disaster doesn’t even begin to describe. But I have this eternal belief that I can make any situation work. That I can fix things. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an eternal optimist. But it’s what causes me to not be so good at my personal life. Even when things are clearly not good, I still think I can fix it and make it right...
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