At one point or another in a person's life their thoughts will be preoccupied with something that seems trivial or perhaps meaningless but actually is a big deal. These things may come up more often for those of us who think too much for our own good. But alas, such is my lot. And as I am ending winter semester and am luxuriating in the six days of no school before spring term begins, I have been thinking some on the subject of hair.

Or rather my hair. Maybe it's the change of seasons or weather or thinking about the fact that exactly a year ago in 5 days, I was on a plane to Paris and now I'm not (which is ok, and school is fun . . .it's just not Paris, ya know?) or the fact everyone around me is getting a new do whatever it is. But everytime I look in the mirror I think:

Dear Hair,

I take good care of you, right? I wash you and condition you and put mousse on the curl so it doesn't freak out in a negative way (we both know there are 2 kinds of curl freak out, enough said). And I love you; your color and curl. So why, dear hair do you seem to be angry with me at the present time?

Affectionately,

Caitlin

You don't write letters in your head to your hair? I find practicing friendly letter writing everyday to be a useful task, keeps you in touch with the past. Anyway. Although I know it's pretty much me and my Mama that read this thing I'm asking y'all: how do you fix this thing? I think ever since the haircutting post about 14 months ago I've been scared to do anything with my hair. All I know is I'm getting to the point where neither a braid nor a bun satisfies, so I half way French braid my hair and then put the rest of it in a bun. I don't know what this means for me exactly, but it feels like it may be a less than positive sign.