Words are very powerful especially those from someone you care about.
Depending on which report you read, women speak 20,000 words a day while men speak 7,000.
I believe that to be true except in our house. The beloved husband rarely hits 7,000 words in a day. Maybe a week or a month but not a day.
Not unless there is a discussion on taxes, then all hell breaks loose.
This isn’t the topic for today though. This week the beloved husband uttered one word that changed everything. (No, it wasn’t divorce!)
Over the past year I have been changing my hair style. I’ve been growing it out ever so slowly (mostly because I’m old and my hair grows slowly). I no longer look like my picture Gravatar.
It’s been an occasionally painful year. You know what it’s like to grow out hair from one style to another when you’re young. When you are old it’s worse except most of the time you don’t care.
In order to grow hair you have to not cut it. Yeah, yeah, I know stylists say you should come every month anyway but they cut off what grew. What’s the point?
I’ve been stretching out haircuts to 10 weeks. Mostly it works. My hair is somewhat wavy. If the wave is going in the wrong direction this week, by next week it will reverse course and all will be well.
I’m at 10 weeks and my hair is longer than it’s been in a while. I’ve been blowing it out straight like the current styles and mostly feeling good about it. Mostly.
(That doesn’t include my hissy fit last week when I hacked off my “growing out” bangs. Hissy fits in hot humid weather are the worst. I am lucky I didn’t shave my head.)
There are a lot of words I would use to describe my hair. Words like healthy (from not so much processing), flowing, natural looking, trendy, stylish. Lots of nice words.
So which word does my husband use?
Straight! As in “why is your hair so straight?” (Perhaps he was trying to hit his quota?)
Definitely time for a trim. Not much, just a little trim to bounce it up.
And that is the power of a word.