texture


Amongst the many qualities that make my hair such an enigma to me, my favorite is the way I can manipulate the texture of it. Every night before bed, I spend time parting it into sections and then twisting it. Sometimes I spray water on it, other times I add jojoba oil to the ends. After it's twisted, I put on a very unsexy hair bonnet (and yes it is a bonnet!) and tuck all the twists under for protection. No matter how thick/big/poofy it has gotten during the day, this gentle routine every night guarantees that in the morning my hair will have the soft texture it has in the photo above when I let the twists down. I never know which way the curls will go or how big they will grow once I step outside. I do know that these beauties greet me every morning and just as the day unfolds with twists and turns and ups and downs, so does my hair. It has taken me quite some time to be comfortable with this unknown. When I was growing up and even into my college years, I longed for straight hair that would be consistent and manageable. Now into my forties, I have come to welcome the unknown and enjoy the anticipation of what it will become. It's a wonderful metaphor for my life really. What will it become?
Today, can you find a texture that has been a challenge for you that you have come to love? A type of food, an item of clothing, a patch in your front lawn, can you choose a different way to see it and elevate your experience of it? Share with us on instagram at #sselevate or on the OWP.