what makes a good hair day good?

this morning i rolled out of bed at 5:40 am to the sound of my mom's loud alarm clock. i met up with rachel for the 6:30 am bus and we arrived in port authority around 8:10 (much later than anticipated since we sat on the side of the road for what seemed to be forever before heading into the lincoln tunnel). my hair kind of fell over my head, but i liked it. i don't remember brushing it. i don't remember doing anything to it be push it out of my face in the morning as i brushed my teeth. today, it was effortless. there were no expectations.

now i remember countless other times when i wanted to look presentable for an occasion. my hair wouldn't look right... up, down, half up - half down. there was too much anxiety about it that when the dust settled, there was only disappointment. i speak of my hair as metaphor of course. vi and i had a great conversation about expectations and "settling". but not in the way you expect. our social grooming as kept us waiting for something that is unrealistic. whether it is the perfect spouse, the perfect job, the perfect whatever... it's not real. and so long as the pros outweigh the cons, "settling" could mean the happiness we all seek in our lives. now there's the issue of trust and unconditional love. we should all take a look at that nyt article about what our pets can teach us about loving relationships...