First phase of my recovery...

I feel good today, I mean really settled in my mind. It didn't start that way, initially I was restless. I dropped my daughter off at school one minute late (according to her) and didn't want to go right back home. I felt like driving. For me it's the way I think, unfortunately gas prices have cut in to one of my favorite ways of thinks. But this morning, with a quarter tank, I had to go. I recently had an emergency operation to remove my appendix, so while I'm on a leave of absence from my job, I guess it makes sense to be introspective (what else can I do with all this free time). I realized how fragile my life is and that I want to be as real as I can possibly be with myself and others around me. I guess my hair is tied up in that search. I mean, how else can I define myself, since I am constantly doing something: mother, manager, devout Christian. I fulfilled these roles while I was up and about, but now I'm on the injured list, it's hard to stop the wheels in my mind from moving, despite my body's inability. Or maybe I'm just getting older and wiser, not willing to put up with the hypocrisy of a relaxer lifestyle. In any event, I am still excited to re-connect with my real hair and the adventures we will have. Who would have thought that losing an appendix would lead to transitioning to real hair?!