Hairstream

I'm in that frame of mind where I don't quite know what to do with my hair, and I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, especially for you guys, but for me it is, at least it is today or this week or this month or until I figure out what in the heck to do with it, because the hair defines us, and I lose so much every day I wonder that I even have any left on my head, but I do and it's a lot, and I know I'm lucky, sometimes I want to post something on Facebook about the amount of hair I lose but then I think about the cancer victims going through chemo and radiation and how they must feel when they lose their hair, with everything else going on, life and death hanging in the balance, on top of it all they lose their hair, so who am I to complain about the paltry strands I lose every day, nobody, that's who, it's nothing, it's all relative but I try to be sensitive, and back to my hair, it's at that longish state that won't do a thing but hang and I wish it were several inches longer or several inches shorter, and I tell myself that it's just in the in-between stage, and that reminds me again of life and how we are always in between something, even in the midst of whatever we are still in the middle, but what exactly does that mean, heck I don't know, I'm just writing stream of consciousness here because, you know, even though I'm not in a book store writing in my journal, this is about all I have time for right now, and writing in my journal is on my list of things to do for me, I'm trying, I'm really trying, to maintain some balance right here in the middle, between longish hair and flowing beauty and cloudy days and sunny mornings like this, and by the way, I love Rusted Root.