Then in my late 40's I cut it short. So many stylists and friends have tried and tried to teach me to use a blow dryer, flat iron, curl iron. I just do not have the dexterity to do the back. Therefore, I put gel in it wet. The first day it looks like crap, the second day, if I'm lucky, I can put hot rollers in it and spray it hard as a helmet and it looks half way decent.
I am at the brink of letting it all grow out. This I think would be an error in judgment. Anyway, this morning I got up, having washed it last night, combed it out and went to sleep. Much to my surprise, it fell like the stylist cut it to fall and it looks not too bad.
So, what's the point? I have been trying way too hard. I think this epiphany can be useful in all of life. One thing I do know, it will make my dance recital tomorrow go a lot better. Stop trying so hard, have fun with it and let it flow. So many times through life, I have tried and tried and been disappointed in myself. Come to find out, I am the only one bothered.
How many purely joyful opportunities have you been though, feeling inadequate, fearful, disappointed in your performance? I'll bet money, if you asked those around you, they would be shocked at your feelings of inadequacy. They would likely tell you how much you impressed them. Don't measure yourself against others or even your expectations of yourself. Measure your growth against your former self.
Sometimes it's impressive just to get up, get out and show up.