Dreaming

It is early in the day and I sit staring at the screen in front of me as words emerge across the page. My fingers move on keys that automatically produce words. I'm feeling serious but want to be humourous.

I want to change everything yet seem to never change anything.

Why is life so easy to plan for but so difficult to execute?

So what is it that I want. I want to smile every day at the world. I want to feel like I'm moving forward somehow towards the things I want rather than moving forward to old age and the end.

I went to a day of creativity and thinking and sharing yesterday which made me believe and feel defeated in all the same breath.

Why is so hard to begin?

Writing is my guilty pleasure so I'm going to write if for no one else but myself.
Every day I am going to tell a story. Write a moment. Describe a feeling. Explore an idea.


Today is my one day that I can be Eyore - gloomy beyond belief. Yet he still faced every day with his friends by his side.


The Haircut

Marnie looked in the mirror and away quickly before glancing back again.

Nope it hadn't changed. It was still as bad as ever.

What had possessed her to cut her hair off completely so that it sat like a scared hedgehog on her head - spikes in every direction.

You think she would have learnt her lesson over the years but no not even close to thirty odd years of independent choices about haircuts had taught to her to leave well enough alone.

Now on someone else, like Jamie Lee Curtis, this haircut would look amazing, It would be a cool ironic statement.

Instead Marnie had the haircut of a US marine who had lost a drinking bet on a Saturday night and paid the consequences.  Not only that because of messing around with hair dye, the well meaning hairdresser had tried to fix the unusual colour situation by placing a grey toning colour over the top. The selection of colour approved, in fact encouraged by Marnie did not help the haircut one little bit.

So solutions began to spill through Marnie's mind as she looked deep into the mirror mesmerized by the nightmare that was her head.
1. Climb back into bed and stay there when hell freezes over.

2. Stand pulling her hair for the next few hours, it would either lengthen or fall out.

3. Laugh it off as a bad joke and accept that with choice comes great responsibility and this was her choice and her responsibility.

4. Cry continuously

5. Get an interesting hat and never remove it

6. Own it - after all there is only a week between a bad haircut and a good one.

Marnie watched as one lone tear trickled down her cheek. Nah, this wouldn't work - she couldn't even muster up a good cry over this hair. She really didn't have time to stay in bed and hats weren't her thing. She would just have to face that this was what she would look like for the next few days and learn to live with it. Hedgehog hair on a chipmunk face! She could be her very own wildlife show.

David Attenborough's voice subtitled her reflection.

'Here in this bathroom habitat you see a middle-aged woman who should have known better than to mess with scissor and hair dye...'