Big Hair Day

Nothing I did or could have done could possibly have tamed my hair this morning. So therefore, (as they say in Naija), my hair is very big and I’m having a big hair day. As I looked at my reflection in the elevator mirror, I realized that everything I was wearing was brand spanking new (except my bag and shoes) so I asked myself Oprah-like if that made me feel better. My response to self was no. Still Oprah-like, I had an Aha moment. My inside didn’t match my outside so my outside looks like crap – to me at least. I don’t know if it’s the Monday Blues or what but I’m not feeling too great at the moment.

There’s just this funk that I cannot shake off. It’s terrible because it’s making me act out and I’m not nice to others when I feel this way within. Let’s just say I’m nice enough. No jaras. No extras. Not my usual self. I got to work and shut my door to see if applying some makeup would help. Fond de teint. Mascara. Burt’s Bees on my lips to get that feel good stinging feeling. Lip Gloss to cover up the Burt’s Bees. My favorite eyeshadow. Understated Blush that the MAC lady promised is okay for everyday use. I pulled out my comb and tried to ‘flatten’ my hair one last time. Little success there. I take a look at my overall appearance and I look a tad bit better but I don’t feel better so all that effort leaves me pretty much back to where I started. What is it about this funk that I can’t get rid of? I think I know the answer but knowing does not help. It’s all in the doing. Right now, I can’t do anything.