Sunday, May 29, 2011

Bumps In Your Hair

You know when you just can't get the bumps out of your hair, no matter how much you brush? And you can think of nothing else cuz you know the whole world is making fun of you-"What's WRONG with the girl? Why can't she manage to get her hair normal like the rest of us??"

So, first of all, I'm not making fun of you. I think you look totally normal. I definitely didn't notice the bumps till you pointed it out.
Second of all, I don't think you're ridiculous for caring so much even though your mother, brother, best friend may think you are. It's important for you, and that's perfectly okay.

Just wanna tell you, though, people look good when they FEEL good. So, if you feel confident in your bumpy hair, you're gonna look even better than the most straight haired pony-tail girl ever can!

(This message is also for the girls with frizzy hair. Or any other annoying hair thing.)

Caught in a Competitive Marriage

My next shout-out goes to all those fine folk who are caught in a competitive marriage.
A healthy marriage is where each side gives their best, and ultimately, receives the best in return.
But you don't focus on what you get back!
Each one should concern themselves primarily with the well-being of their other half.
Each one should want the OTHER one to have the best.
Too many people are living a "hey, no fair, if you get a vacation, I also get one!" kinda life.
Uh uh. No good. Stop it now.

Missing People, Missing

My first shout-out goes out to the people whose loved ones are no longer in the news, but are still missing. Either dead from natural causes, murdered in hate, or "simply" lost, people make the headlines, are spoken about, and then quickly forgotten when the next piece of news comes in. Added to the pain of their loss, family members experience a loneliness that the world has moved on.

I haven't.
I am thinking of your missing, hurt, pained, or dead loved one.
I am doing something in their honor, every day, to bring em back alive and well.
I really am. I await the final redemption with deeds, not only sighs.