In my last post I spoke about how I sometimes suck at making decision, specifically tough ones. It wasn’t until re-reading it (yes, I read my own posts) that I came up with a hypothesis as to why.
For those who are unaware, my hair is natural and in order to trim it, it has to be as stretched as possible. In order to stretch my hair, it heat has to be applied to it (blow-dry or flat iron). Because I am afraid of heat damage, I opt for blow drying because to gets my hair stretched enough for my stylist to find and clip dead ends. Every time I go in for a trim, which is about 2-3 times a year, I always get excited about the length of my afro, so I wear it that way for a day or two after. I am proud of my hair. I love my hair. The only reason I don’t wear an afro everyday is because it causes split ends and I want to retain as much length as possible.
Why is is that some share more with their friends than they do with their significant other? What would happen if people shared as much with their partners as they did with their good-goods? This is a bit of a spinoff of last week’s “You Can’t Handle the Truth” post. Truthfully (see what I did there?) this was something that inspired last week’s post; consider this a part two.
I’m always on the hunt for a good book to read. When I was a kid, I would go through so many books in a month, it was almost unreal. I was at the library every Wednesday returning books and taking out books to tide me over until the next Wednesday. I remember specifically it was Wednesdays because, surprise, I was a part of a book club.
In today’s post, I share with you a few of the books I’ve read this year and one all-time favorite that I always mention, along with a mini synopsis of each.