Categories

Being a bald woman in her twenties, I feel that sometimes, (approximately yearly) a new challenge arises. Whether it is a man telling me I need a bonnet (I am apparently a young child or we have reverted back to 1700's) to the earthy dreaded young stranger granting me peace and a kiss on the head- rubbing for good luck of course. Buddha's tummy magically and geographically shift a complete axis upward to my head and somehow to people they find enlightenment. Where is this going... Exactly, my experience with Alopecia and being bald is a bunch of stories mashed together all adding to greater insight of who I am and how I interact with the world. I hope to share more as time goes on.

So Categories... like the example of situations above, I realize, I have to break my life into a filing system. Where there are files, and in those files is learned information of how to handle a certain situation, and how can that information be retrieved and applied to the bigger story- life, who we are, and what we want out of it all.

My Categories are:

Love/ Romance
Spirituality
Ambition and goals
Career
Expression
Interactions & relationships

I suppose I could edit this later on, it is really a fluctuating thing, things become pertinent, others fade away- or I conquer fears, or create new thoughts. Basically, I like writing this all down because it helps me flush it out. It gets my mind going away from the ugly and feels that I can transform my life, just by writing.

(Note: I usually write this before bed- so excuse the delirious- miss spelling or nonsense thoughts- I will try to edit, but that is like saying you'll try to go to the gym 7 days a week- doesn't happen.)

So to a last note. Above is my cycle of categories of what I constantly file information under. Things become heavy at times, and I sometimes feel sad about things- like we all do. At times, I feel scared, embarrassed, shameful, and ugly that I am bald. Especially when I first lost my hair. But I also feel enlightened, empowered, dazzling, beautiful, excited, and in love with being bare to the world- it gives me so much sometimes. For example, I was walking on Powell today and I pass this gorgeous group of men. One guy had the most striking features, and a bit of drool hit my lips. And my brain started kicking in scared but remembering all my loved ones' advice "hold your head high." and I told myself to "smile just smile", and he turned around and said "I like your hair cut" with a sincerity I felt hit to my core and it helped me remember that I can rock it and I can always smile- because I can truly own that. I said thank you and walked on. I noticed my spirit that was in a good mood already, was elevated to the next level. I kept my head high and walked on, into the day with a friend by my side.

So file that information into interactions and put a plus and remember that even a stranger with the smallest complement can uplift your days. Take those- remember them- battle them against negative thoughts of your own or the craziness that may come your way. Remember to hold your head high and smile just smile because you truly own it. I have to remember this.