‘What … in the name of God … have you done to your hair?’ My dad stared at me, open-mouthed from his armchair. ‘What’s wrong with it?’ 14-year-old me replied sullenly. ‘What’s wrong with it?’ he cried. ‘What’s wrong with it???’ When I’d left the house for my friend’s place that morning I had mousy brown, shoulder-length hair in a fairly nondescript style. By the time I returned I’d dyed my hair a delightful shade of blackcurrant, shaved both sides off and…
It's getting to be a regular Sunday morning occurrence reading this blog/ substack.
Difference as Peace of Purpose is an inspiration and recurring theme in my own life. I've never felt fitted in, but when we acknowledge its not about fitting in, but breaking out of the
mould keeping us small, well that's even magic happens. So for me the curtains about to go up on your next piece of magic, the book yes of course, but your travels especially. Thanks for sharing
It's getting to be a regular Sunday morning occurrence reading this blog/ substack.
Difference as Peace of Purpose is an inspiration and recurring theme in my own life. I've never felt fitted in, but when we acknowledge its not about fitting in, but breaking out of the
mould keeping us small, well that's even magic happens. So for me the curtains about to go up on your next piece of magic, the book yes of course, but your travels especially. Thanks for sharing
Totally agree! Magic happens when we break out of the mould for sure. Thank you ❤️