Meet Rhea Catada, her neon red hair and welcoming smile. You’d never know mama calls her baby.
I know how it feels to be seen as trash.
But it makes me feel like
I’m beneath Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak.
Like “You can’t see me, but I see you.”
Ruth’s Christmas and birthday greeting was tailed by “what happened to your hair?!” I said, “new year, new life.” “Only your hair ever changes; what else has changed about you?” She’s talking about 6 years. How do I answer that through SMS?
You don’t have to wait for turnarounds to turn life around. And turnarounds aren’t upturns (whatever that means). Yet, the calendar is a potent reminder to keep changing. And how else do we consecrate ourselves to the tides of the universe…
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing (GB Shaw).”
A life spent exploring, not afraid of mistakes, of falling. I wanted that short hair but I was scared. Sis said, “Don’t care about what people would say. What’s important is you’d be happy you got that hair, whatever the result.” Cliche but it worked. Little things indeed build character.
“A man of great common sense and good taste – meaning thereby a man without originality or moral courage (GB Shaw).”
How do you celebrate change? What marks your lowest and your highest?