The Goddess of Hair is Asleep
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I took vitamins, I slept, I ate, I drank, I didn't drink, I exercized, I wept. I consumed snake oil. When it comes to hair growth, time is your friend. My hair grew at the exact rate of one half inch per month.
One year has passed since my hair re-growth experiment began. Hoping to have enough material to cover a bi-weekly blog, I was disappointed to find that I fell squarely on the normal curve for hair growth and my material was...well, boring. I've since had two trims & as you can see in the photo I have about 6 inches of hair.
I even got in touch with (and saw) my college boyfriend who was present the LAST time I cut my hair that short, thinking perhaps there was some deep rooted psychological connection. With the hair cutting I mean. Turns out he looks exactly the same, which sent my journaling underground (note to self: remember to burn diary) for awhile.
In honor of St. Patrick, who was freed from slavery in Ireland, and found God- I am tossing my prayers to the Goddess of Hair into the wind. The real God answers prayers, it just takes time.
