
I have spent a number of years striving to feel like I am in total control of my life. Sometimes I think the more time passes, the more I try and control what's happening in my life: from the simplest parts of my life to the most complex. What simple form of control do I cling to? The color and cut of my hair. If you have been in my life in the last year and a half you know you can never guarantee what my hair will look like: bleach blonde, dark brunette, purple, short, long, two toned, etc. What do I have this morning scheduled? An appointment at my favorite salon with one of my favorite people, Janna. When my life feels a bit out of control and that the sands of time are slipping through my hands the tighter I try and grasp, a couple hours making me over makes me feel as if I am recharged. I guess I feel it's easier to take on life's battles sometimes if there's a "new me" to take on the fight.
Relinquishing Control
What have I tried to endlessly hold control over for the last 27 years? CF and the part it plays in my life. What has become a harsh reality I have had to face? I can't control CF. I ultimately cannot control what it is doing to my body. What I can control? How I think about CF and how I let it influence my life. CF will never fully control my life: I will always call the shots. Does CF make life a bit more difficult at times and will it continue to do so? Yes, but at the start and end to each day I know it is my life to live, CF just happens to be along for the journey. Maybe I color and change my hair because I think that if I look in the mirror and see someone new, CF won't be there any longer as well. The real truth is it's always there and always will be a part of my life. It's up to me to make the very best of it all.
Whether or not CF is trying to control my life, the life I live is mine and it is beautiful. I still own each wonderful breath, each ounce of hope, and each gifted moment that turns into a memory. Love to you all.
Color your hair purple today.
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