Recently, after rejoining facebook, I decided to look into the possibility of joining a group for those caring for, and or living with ALS (in his papers, it does state; bulbar ALS symptoms specifically), because sometimes, as empathetic, and sympathetic I am, it can be difficult.
Case in point;
The other night, he had decided to order dinner. He asked me where I'd like to order from, but being as I can find something ANYWHERE, he's the picky eater, I said, "You choose." Preceding convo below;
Husband: let's order from Farm Fresh Cafe
H: look at the menu. I'm ordering a burger.
M (after looking): OK. I'll have a tuna wrap.
H: forget it. I thought you'd get a turkey burger.
So, no dinner delivered that night.
I half expected it, because he's always doing stuff like that. He does all of the food ordering when online but if it has to be called in, I have to. IF I regulate that job to my 17 yr old, and he overhears, he'll…
So, last week I was feeling, thinking, and feeling as though I had no choice, but to throw in the towel in re to my wellness coaching. Why? What led to that? It doesn't matter, because God gave me a message; to hold tight. Now's not the time. But that, is not what I want to talk about .
What I want to talk about was my hair. Personally, I like it. It's white, grey, and brown with red highlights. It's all natural, how God made me, and yes, it ages me, but, it's who I am.
Often, people will come up to me and tell me to dye it. Complete srangers. But more often than not, people, strangers again, will tell me they like it. But this too is not my point.
This is my point: I was told, by numerous sources, that I'd absolutely, have to dye my hair if I would want a job worth any value.
This horrified me. And makes me question, WHY, can't we just love who we've all turned out to be, us women.
I know, I'm not getting any younger . I know, I don't …