My Horrible Hair Dream

I woke up in a panic attack recently.  I dreamed that I was a hair model for a hair show, and the platform artist cut all my locs off and gave me a relaxer.  I was numb in disbelief.  I was almost in tears.  My heart was racing.  Then finally, I felt my head and with a sigh of relief, my locs were still on my head. Whew!

Of course, I had to really take inventory of what was my source of anxiety.  Was it the relaxer?  or  Did I miss my locs?  Honestly, I think that my biggest panic was the thought of starting my locs over beginning with day one.

I honestly do not know how some people have said they are on their third and fourth set of locs. Oh no, not me.  I have weathered quite a storm.  No ma'am, No starting over for me so help me God.  I pray that I do not get sick and have to go through chemotheraphy.  I just do not know if I could start with day one ever again.

My loc journey was a rough one.  I finally see that the light at the end of the tunnel is brighter and closer.  I don't want to make this journey again.  It may be because I am single, and I did not come from a family where locs were an option.

I received an email from Sisterlocks headquarters today about the June 2014 Essence magazine article grouping Sisterlocks into the "dreadlock" category.  I will have to make sure that I pickup this Essence issue.

Dr. C apparently is not happy with the light that they put on Sisterlocks, but my panic attack was real, and it was associated with my Sisterlocks journey.  Sometimes we have to suck up the "Bad" with the "Good."  I have made peace with both.