Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

I'm growing my hair out.

For those of you who have attempted such a feat, you hear the steel grit of determination in my voice.  For those of you haven't, bless your virgin hair.  

I'm on the tail end of the awkward stage.  The first two trips to see my hairstylist (who I love...no, really, who I love), I proclaimed my intentions and watched in fascination as she trimmed around that horrid chunk on the right side of my head (oh, the horrid chunk).  Third visit, I almost cracked.  Whack it all off!  But Kelli kept a cool head and a clear eye.  No, this is the worst of it.  Just make it through this.

She was right.

This last Saturday, I went in for a fourth visit.  It's not quite where I want it to be, but it's getting there.  Three more weeks, and we're in ponytail territory.

There's a point to all this.  I'm waist deep in revisions right now.  It's not pretty.  That adage that sometimes you have to create a bigger mess to clean up the one you've got?  Yeah, I'm there.  Yesterday, my critique partners and I passed something like 1,182 e-mails between each other regarding a messy plot point that needs to be chopped off.  (Okay, I exaggerate.  It was more like 127.  And, yes, that number is fairly accurate.)  But the result?  The final e-mail was a resounding "LOVE IT!!!"

What is it about your own hair and your own writing that makes it so difficult to see the truth, to acknowledge it for what it is?  I don't know.  Maybe it's a combination of simultaneously loving and hating it too much.  Maybe it's staring at it day in and day out in the mirror.  Whatever it is, I can't tell you how thankful I am for levelheaded hairstylists and critique partners.  Not necessarily in that order.

7 comments:

  1. This post hit me in a much deeper way than I expected. It may be just what I needed to hear.

    I don't know if you ever intended to extend the connection this far, but in all you wrote in this post, there is the Gospel in it. To acknowledge the truth for what it is, even though it seems messy and hard to get through to the other side... that is God's gift.

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  2. When I was in my early 20s my hair was to my waist. Ever since it's ranged from a little past my shoulders to super-short. I vowed a few years ago to grow it out until I was 41 (I just turned 40) then going super-short again. It's almost to the middle of my back and I love having it long. Especially because my mother-in-law makes it knows how much she doesn't like it:)

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  3. 127?!?! Was it really...wow!!

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  4. My hair never bothers me that much... I'm not fussy - but if you critique my writing harshly .... I take it to heart!

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  6. Should I mention that my hair is about two feet long? :) I've always had long hair and love it when people grow theirs!

    But yeah--I SO get your metaphor. I'm having a battle with my Chapter 6 right now...onto my THIRD revision of it...

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  7. Dude. I SO miss my ponytail.

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