A Fro in Progress

I was born with a thick head of coily, kinky, curly, spongy hair.  For years I tried to impose gravity on my hair, when by nature it was designed to defy that very thing.  Instead of working with it and loving and appreciating the awesomely wild beast that is my fro, I worked hard to tame it.

I began a cycle of growing out and cutting my hair until I got fed up in April 2010 and quit using a chemical relaxer to straighten it.  So I grew out my hair for four months, and in September 2010, I cut it (ha!) into a baby fro.  I never really knew how to care for my natural hair properly.  I had chopped my hair off before with the intent of "going natural," but I always gave up and returned to relaxing my hair.  I didn't know there was a growing wealth of knowledge for women with my hair type who wanted to wear it the way it grew out of our heads.  Growing up, I didn't know very many women who wore their way like that... you know... nappy. 

So now that I've gotten to know my natural hair, I'm growing it all the way out into the biggest fro I can muster.  Peep the progress from July 2011 to July 2012:

Want to see what my hair looked like boy-short almost two years ago?  Click here for a throwback.

Or click here for video I made celebrating one whole year with all natural hair.

On to the Next! Updates and other foolishness...

Wow, how quickly two whole months go by!

After four months, I decided to take a break from virtual training to go my own way.  Fitness has become a top priority in my life ever since I set a goal of living a healthier, more active lifestyle.  However, I need to re-evaluate my goals.  I have been neglecting myself in a way I can't really explain.  I'll just say that my soul is sad.  I have not made time for hobbies that used to make me feel happy and productive, like I was tapping into who I was created to be.  Yeah, really. 

My sewing machine is no longer in commission.  While I'm saving for a brand new one, I turned my attention to my second-favorite hobby--painting.  I devised a plan to spend Friday nights with my paints, a glass of moscato, and some great tunes while I transfer my deepest dreams to canvas.  I set out to start this ritual last Friday night.  And then my son got sick.  And then he was up late with a tummy ache.  And I was up with him, trying to coax him to sleep.  And then I didn't really feel like painting anymore, or doing much of anything for that matter.

This happens all the time.  I come up with a plan and I get stoked.  And then stuff happens and my plans get derailed and I don't know how to feel the way I did before-- like conquering the world.

If you come across a remedy for this, fling it my way.  Please?  Thanks.