When I was twelve, I refused to wash my hair for two weeks.
I wish I could still refuse.
One morning a few weeks ago, I announced to my husband (yet again) I didn't want to wash my hair to which he quipped, “You should blog about that.”
I think I will.
Is it the time involved?
Don't I feel better when my hair is clean?
Of course I do.
When I was twelve, I did NOT want to be a girl who primped. This was, of course, at odds with desperately wanting the boys to like me. So I still didn't wash my hair, but I played dumb. I didn't want to be an object, but I did want to be the object of their affection. This grooming thing especially bothered my mom; she'd been a model in San Francisco before she married – SWEET rebellion.
Now that I am a bona fide adult, perhaps I can start washing my hair and enjoying it. Another contradiction? One of my favorite treats is a wash and style.
A shorthand way to get at our deeply-held beliefs is to examine the lyrics of songs and quotes from books we especially like. I am realizing there also clues in the little things we do (or won't do) habitually — just look for the why.
What do you do habitually?
What does this tell you about your deeply held beliefs?