I find it peculiar that we get obsessed with how we look. I’m rather attached to my braid enjoying how its length and the cooling affect keeps all my hair off my neck and back. This summer I was lucky to enjoy my braid almost everyday. I could talk about makeup and all the girly things girls care about, but I don’t really care too much about girly stuff doing the bare minimum each day. I had to make a decision about my braid that I didn’t think in a million years would happen. I had to say good-bye to my braid, no longer able to braid my hair I had to cut my hair. It’s peculiar in my mind that I cared so much about my braid. I’m okay, it’s just a whole new direction with short hair, and recovery time with my broken arm.
I’m actually so thankful my girlfriend while horseback riding on the trails saw my braid on this day and told me, you have a perfect braid today! I can’t tell you how excited I felt as she told me and she snapped this photo and shared it later with me as we laughed and chatted about our ride. She said there was not a hair out of place! We giggled. I told her yet again I’m not ready to cut my hair. I would make a big deal about how I loved my braid. But all good things soon come to an end and my braiding days are over until I heal. I know my hair will grow again, maybe I’ll get a chance for another perfect braid. It amazes me how in a blink of an eye your life can be turned upside down. I thank my dear friend for this photo, it means so much to me. May be silly, but it isn’t to me!