Second Day Curls

Aren't second day curls the best curls? I mean really... It's like your hair is personally repaying you for all the hard work you put into this life.

"No Megan, no messy ponytail today. Today we look even more fabulous then yesterday because I refuse to lose my bounce, my twirls or my perfectly placed part, just like you refuse to lose your spirit, your passion or your sassiness."

Maybe it's ridiculous but I seriously felt my whole attitude towards this Monday change when I came to the realization that I wouldn't be looking like I rolled out of bed and directly into my car today. Okay, not maybe, it for sure is ridiculous. How could such a simple thing like this make my entire day feel less like an uphill climb? How powerful is it that my mental attitude towards today has made the entire morning fly by. My smile is brighter, my head is held higher and my dread for this upcoming, hectic, week is actually turning into a little bit of excitement to get everything on my list done.

I try to wake up and think of something I am looking forward to about my day every morning but it is so hard. It is near impossible some days for me to get out of bed with a smile knowing I won't be done my day until nine at night. My days are long. I work full time and I keep two horses fit. I feel like I have been working two full time jobs all winter which has put a damper on my passion. I have let my passion feel like a job which is something I am embarrassed by. I should wake up every morning thankful that after I get to work with an amazing group of people I get to go ride two gorgeous, powerful horses. Do I smile every time I get to see them? Of course. I also can't wait to get home and just sit down. I feel exhausted. I feel like I have been pushing myself to the absolute limit this winter and I am ready for some nice weather and a break.

That would be escaping though. I don't need to do that. I need to just remind myself every morning that life isn't all that hard. It isn't all that painful. It most definitely isn't lacking beauty. It is never a complete absence of these feelings but it also doesn't swallow us into them unless we let it. Hard things have happened to me in my life so far. Hard things have happened to the mom who almost drove me off of the road this morning. Hard things have happened to all of us. I have felt pain, physical and emotional. Who hasn't? Maybe the stranger who is taking his time to cross the road isn't doing so to annoy you personally, maybe he has that limp which acts as a constant reminder of pain he once felt. Maybe the entire universe is set out to do things for you, or against you. Maybe, we create our own luck, our own moods, our own futures. Maybe this winter wasn't so hard on me because of my long days. Maybe it was hard because I chose to look forward to the day being done, not the activities that the day consisted of.

We have to start helping ourselves. We have to stop letting other people control or take away our happiness. I have come to learn this past year that hard things happen to everyone but the people who wake up every morning and look forward to the good experiences the day will bring are the ones that appear as if they have never experienced pain. Those are the people we all need to learn from, not hate on because of their "good luck." This world is full of selfish, corrupt, hateful people. It is also full of people who genuinely want to help others, inspire others. It is full of people who will make you laugh and feel whole. These people are not lucky, they are people who work harder then anyone else to paint every single day exactly how they want it to look. They are people that experience pain but they don't try to avoid it, they sit in it, learn from it, then make a serious effort to move on and come up with a plan on what to do next.

Lucky people exist. But not in the way most of us would think. These lucky people don't wake up with perfect second day curls every morning... they plan ahead and pin them up before bed so the bounce is even stronger then the day before.

Much Love,

Megan