Today’s WEGO prompt: What’s a lesson you learned the hard way? Write about it for 15 today.
I’m tempted to write about my hip/IT Band injury and how I learned about proper training and stretching, but that would be the easy way out, and readers of my blog have heard enough about that.
So I thought back to the first bad decision I remember making. At the beginning of the summer after 6th grade, my mother cut her hair short. I’m talking boy short. Well, guess who thought that was the coolest thing ever and followed suit.
I so wish I was joking, but that’s exactly what it looked like.
Then, right before school started, it grew out just long enough for me to perm it, and that’s exactly what I did. I was not one of the cool kids to begin with, and had just come off of a rough summer camp experience, and going to school and being asked “what died on your head?” was a horrifying way to start seventh grade.
I obviously couldn’t wait to have my long hair back, and even the growing-out-stage was awkward. Straight on the top, curly on the bottom… I don’t even know what you’d call that. A vertical mullet?
Even the cat hated it.
Finally, it grew out to shoulder length and beyond and all was well in my brace faced, NKOTB adoring world.
Lesson learned: don’t do something just because someone else, even if its your mom, is doing it. And perms are bad.
What’s a lesson you learned the hard way?
I think you look so cute!
I had a similar very short cut in high school. I thought it looked great at the time…but there’s no way I’d every do it again!
When I was 5 I wouldn’t let my parents comb my hair so they cut it short, like boy-bowl cut short!!! My mother is convinced that it’s the cutest hair cut I’ve ever had, but it remains quite traumatic to me and I don’t think it’s cute at all. LOL. Ohh hair is always dramatic. I think your permed hair is cute.