Wondering.....

I'm not starting to trip about the fact that it's going to be a while until my hair looks like locks and that people are looking at me like " what in the world ???, when is she going to take those little braids out...?" Lol

Or the fact that lint in my hair bothers me and my hair bonnets are escape artist...I find them laying under by bed in the morning laughing at me....

I'm not going to get mad at those little lint balls that I pick out of my hair or that I catch trying to get embedded into my locks, I will gently toothbrush them out and keep it moving.

I'm going to laugh at the fact that people say "But what if you want to change your hairstyle ?" Because I've worn it in a different style just about every other week, while they've had the same style since I met them..

I'm going to take my sweet time walking in the rain with no umbrella while other sisters scatter in fear. I'm going to remember that I was given this beautiful hair for a reason, and be greatful that I even have hair on my head to begin with. I'm going to be happy that I can have a simple yet plentiful maintenance plan with my hair and know that water is not my enemy...lol

I'm going to reflect on my decesion with locking my hair and know that it's more than a fad and that they ain't going nowhere

I will know that my options are only as limited as my imagination, which by the way is unbounded with creativity. I can only say to those thinking if they've made the right decision to know that they have and have courage to advance gracefully to the unknown domain of lockdom.