A State of Grace...

I got some braids/twists today.  I went with the Kinky Twists as opposed to the Senegalese Twists.  After researching pictures and time and possibilities, the Kinky Twists seemed more versatile and a good start to a season of braids and growing out my perm.  I also didn't want them to be too long, and every picture I saw of the Senegalese Twists had them down your back.  That would have been too much to start with.  Grace was already a little scared when she first saw me.  It didn't take but a few strokes of a twist for her to be ready to dive in.  Of course with my scalp being a little tender from the pulling and stretching and twisting, we'll wait a couple of days before we "play hair".  So, am I going natural?  I can't say for sure.  What I can say is this...I feel like Vershawn Mitchell's latest gospel hit "Turning around for me....sooner or later, it will work in my favor....it's turning around for me". Life is already great, but I'm going to new places.  As I near 40, I feel like my 30's were me establishing myself, my career, my family....I want to use the 40's to transform each aspect of my being.   TRANSFORM...ESCALATE...MOVE FORWARD/HIGHER.  I look at my very cute :o) permed hair and want to know what my hair underneath that would be like.  It's been since 9th grade that I saw my natural hair.   Truth be told, I'm more inclined to be a flat ironing/straightening chemical free girl.  I'm not sure what this process is, but I feel good to say I'm in the PROCESS. 

Thinking about my list of successes for this year.  I usually do a "be it resolved " blog to put the year to rest.  As the recording secretary for my home church growing up, I'd write and read resolutions at funerals.  The older I got, the more I understood that groups, other churches and individuals were accounting for the things that had occurred in the lives of the deceased and getting them on record.  It's a good practice to end many things.  Anyway, I want to spend some time reflecting on what I did right/good this year so as to continue in that direction.

I missed Grace all day while I was getting my hair done.  She and daddy of course were hamming it up and going about their day, and that's a good thing.

Speaking of daddy....SHOUT out to my husband , Dale, who hates it when I alter my hair be it weave, color, braids or the like but insists on letting me be me and is happy when I feel good about myself. 

In spite of and because of the things in this life, I aim for a constant state of Grace...and it's not of myself...it's a gift from God.