So it seems that the babe’s intermittent lazy eye isn’t especially troubling according to the doctor that we saw yesterday. Every test proved that both eyes have strength of focus and are in no need of prescriptions.
Phew! Ready to shake off yesterday’s post?
Me, too. I have a feeling that the card will wind up in the trash in the next week or so.
I’ll bet you’re thinking this is about Elvis.
It’s not, but rest assured that his 1962 hit “Return to Sender” is now stuck in my head, too.
As Brian and I were hauling my Christmas decor out of the garage and into the house, I spotted the back of a sealed envelope on the floor and wondered what it was. From year to year, I try to keep the Christmas cards that I receive in the mail. It just makes it easier to keep track of addresses and to be sure that I’m not forgetting someone who might’ve been so kind as to have remembered me.
But then… why was it still sealed?
As I picked it up and turned it over, I realized.
Oh. Oh yeah, that’s because I chose not to open this one.
Ten years ago today, I began my career as a hairstylist. At the time, I was just feeling it out a bit, not entirely convinced that this was an excellent long-term decision. Oh, how wrong I was! Given the fact that I’ve had a steady history of restlessness and Grass-Is-Greener Fever, you could have bowled me over with a feather had you promised that I’d be at the same job an entire decade later.
And yet here I am. And it has NEVER felt like “the same thing.”
As I explained in this post, I’m completing my daily blog commitments at the end of this month. With only a few more weeks to tickle you with raw honesty, I thought it might be fun to navigate you through the confusing waters of hypothetical hair consultations. Rest assured that I always keep a straight face and try to take everyone very seriously. But sometimes… Well, sometimes I’m laughing on the inside.