Adjustments are coming at me left and right....some in the healing form of chiropractic care. I do love my chiropractor and over the last few months she, along with some other practitioners NOT using drugs, has helped me to heal a terribly sore hip, soothed my soul and brought me a very long way from the tight ball of stress which had emerged since the death of my Dad. That's a really good kind of adjustment....realizing I had the power, mostly within, to heal myself in many ways.
Then there are the adjustments such as I am facing tonight. After work I went to an appointment to have my hair neatened up around the edges before our long-awaited trip to Ontario, Canada next week. I have no idea what the stylist was thinking of when she cut an area about 5" square within 1/4" from my scalp on the left side of my head just down from the crown. Of course, it is not fixable, so now more had to be cut off and it is not going to be easy to manage this until it grows. Obviously this mess will be a part of my trip. So, from deep disappointment I have had to roll over to adjustment contentment with what is. For someone who is way too concerned about how she looks on a daily basis, you can only imagine how huge this adjustment will be. In an interesting twist, just today I was telling someone that I have always been WAY TOO concerned about how I look, and wishing above all else that I could just be happy with who I am at any given moment. We wondered aloud how we came to be this way, and I am at a complete loss as to the origins of such ridiculous thinking. Of course, it is nice to want to look as presentable as possible each day, but..... Now, tonight, as I reach my hand up to feel the large nearly bald spot on the side of my head, I wonder, is this a test, brought about for me through the universe to teach me that I can indeed be adjustable and accepting of what is??
As I type, I can feel the huge knot in my stomach brought on by this challenge. I have to do some deep meditating and come to a peaceful place with the new hairstyle... c'est avant garde! Half a mohawk pour moi. Perhaps I'll buy a new hat....that won't do at work.....acceptance will, and I better start laughing at myself now, because the laughter will be loud at the office.
Oh, well......just had to get this out.
By the way, I knew that the stylist knew she made a huge mistake, but there was no sense in saying anything. Too late and I just couldn't make her feel any worse than she did. She must have been distracted or having a bad day. Happens to the best of us.