Transitioning ain’t pretty.
And then there’s my hair.
It’s possible that you didn’t notice my hair when I posted those progress pictures. That’s deliberate. Generally speaking, I don’t do anything with my hair except to drag it back and pull it up into a clasp or a barrette of some sort. My hair is sort of designed to not be noticed.
That is because I am in transition — and mighty uncomfortable it it, let me tell you. (That is not a picture of me, by the way.)
For those of you who are unfamiliar with natural hair, being in transition means that I am growing out my natural (and naturally curly) hair after using relaxer on it for about the last 40 years. Eventually, my hair will thank me but right now, it’s a half natural, half relaxed mess.
I’m not ready at this point to go for the Big Chop, because it has only grown out about 2-3 inches so far. I’m going to want to do some healthy hair stuff to beef it up and get it to start growing a bit faster. Besides that, I’m going to want to spend some time training my hair to behave itself once I am able to cut off the last of the relaxed bit. The hair I was born with was basically 3C but decades of mistreating the stuff has left its mark.
Fortunately for me, last night I happened across Rosío and her YouTube channel, Risas Rizos (Spanish for “laughing curls,” I think). Continue reading
I notice that I have a day off next week.
I’ll be out of the office for a couple of days that week anyway, doing professional development at a conference in Albany.
But on top of that, I’ll have an extra day for my weekend. Woohoo! Yeah, very likely you don’t get what I have to be excited about in that but what it means to me is that there is light at the end of the tunnel known as January.
This week is almost over. Next week is so short a week as to almost not be there. Week after that is the end of the month. I’m liking it!
I almost never talk about my job, have you noticed that? It’s because I don’t particularly like my job or find it interesting. Seeing as how it’s in economic development, it’s kind of a weird thing that I don’t like working here. This job gets high marks for philanthropic intent. Our modus operandi here is to help the community and its residents to prosper. By golly, I’m helping people.
That’s all very well and good but there are a number of problems for me with “helping people.”
I do not like winter.
I don’t remember if I ever mentioned this to you or not but I really, really don’t like winter — with its cold and its dark and its short days and going home after sunset. Given that I don’t like winter, I think you’ll probably agree that I live in the wrong part of the world: upstate New York.
I should move, shouldn’t I?
Well, just between us, that’s the plan.
See, I want rather badly to go to graduate school. Specifically, I want rather badly to go to the graduate program in anthropology at the University of North Carolina and study with Professor Rudi Colleredo-Mansfeld. Or, if not there, then I’d like to go to the University of South Carolina to study with Professor Courtney Lewis. I have applied to both schools and I am not waiting to hear from either or both of them. I expect that to happen in February sometime. Possibly even as late as March, especially if I go ahead and submit an application to my #3 school choice of University of Kentucky.
If I don’t get in anywhere, which seems unlikely to me at this point, then I’ll immediately start looking for a job down there. Sometime between March and June, I hope to have found something so that I can move as originally planned, in late June/early July.
All of which simply establishes one thing: I’m waiting for stuff.
Tomorrow, I go back to work.
However, tomorrow I also get back to my workout routines. This last week of the year 2015 was one giant cheat day/week, and I will admit that I was a naughty girl. Lot’s of family, lots of decorating, lots of friends, lots of love … and lots of cooking, lots of food.
Note to self: next year, remember that you don’t need to make so much food.
It was only a week. Not even … it was four days but I’m back to feeling like a walrus.
I think I’ve mentioned before that I have really terrible body image issues. You wouldn’t want to be inside my head when it starts talking to my body and telling it how fat and hideous and disgusting it is. And that voice isn’t an occasional thing, either. It’s pretty close to constant — or it was, until I got good at positive self-talk.
BRAIN: look at you, your so fat!
ME: No, I’m not fat. I just weigh more than I’d like to right now.
Meanwhile, somewhere deep down inside, I’m still thinking, “You can phrase it any way you want and dust off all the euphemisms you like, but you’re still a walrus.”
One of the more inconvenient things about a new year that begins on a weekend is that there’s not really much to talk about until the work week starts again. At least not for me.
I usually spend my weekends recovering from my weeks. I do as close to nothing at all while remaining as close to in my house as I can. So my weekends don’t exactly make for scintillating reading.
I do feel I should tell you that I have published up to Chapter 13 of Children of Chaos on this blog. I don’t remember the last time I told you that I’d published a new chapter and I sincerely doubt that you have been paying enough attention to know when I do without my having to say so. So, please feel free to head up to the menu above and catch up with the doings of Daerus and company. The plot has thickened after much stirring and we are actually very close to the end of the second installment of what I have decided to call the Chaos and Order trilogy.
It sounds kind of grandiose to me, given that I don’t know if I will ever find a publisher who isn’t me to publish them. I sent them off to a publisher recently but they turned me down because they were pretty certain that the second and third books wouldn’t fit their imprint (because I told them so), and they felt it would be ashamed to break up the story. Anyway, if you know of a publisher that might be interested, let me know. I’m not crazy about it since I have other ideas about what I want to be when I grow up but it would be kind of neat to get the whole trilogy published at some point.
We shall see.