“I have never had a bad hair day,” she said proudly while tapping her hair with both hands.

She then reported, “I wash my hair at night and I comb it in the morning.”

Finishing her statement, she said, “My hair is always perfect.”

This wonderful pearl was picked this week for its soothing elements of self-care.

The speaker was developmentally delayed and as it turns out completely happy with every hair on her head.

What a fantastic reality to live in.

As I scratched the surface of her fantastic reality I realized how much kindness she pays herself by not fretting over her hair every day. Adopting that attitude, I would be able to start my morning with peace and joy rather than allowing the state of my hair set the pace for my day.

Digging deeper, I realized how pitifully consumer-driven I was. I have numerous lotions and potions and rubs and scrubs. I have lathers, soaks, and oils and still, I’m the one having the bad hair days.