A short trip to a certain world...

I keep having ideas. I keep having dreams and compiling goals. And in the end? Where am I with everything? Not even on the first step, that's where. At this point, I'm hurtling towards 30. At 30, Sonny didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up. This much is true. But that won't lull this annoying pain inside of me. I need to be something more and I don't know how. I feel lost and hopeless. Stranded.

When I decided to go natural and refrain from perming ever again, I was nervous. And confused. But I went to the library, borrowed numerous books on the elusive subject and I drank the knowledge between those pages. I dare say that I've read every book on natural hair care written and distributed in mass production. I've taken pieces from every one of them and today I know how to deal with my nest of naps. I love my hair and couldn't be happier with my decision to stop destroying it.

Now if only life were that easy to approach, dissect and enjoy....