A parable

[somewhere between Mexico and Chicago.]

Nervously you approach the mirror,

because even though you know you

want change, you're afraid of what

that means and what it will look like.

You look closely at yourself. You've

got a few strands of hope, and you've

got plans, a method... you put your

faith in these.

Like anything else new in life, it's

a little scary. And you push onward,

enchanted by the thought of what's

to come. You find the balance

between the heat of potential and

scorching... the tell-tale sign of a

lesson, lived and learned.

You furrow your brow and analyze
each new encounter, twisting and
turning the situations, working with
what you've got and imagining what
it could all culminate to be.

Once it's all done, you nervously step

back to see what's happened. You

realize it wasn't as amazing as you had

hoped, but there's always another day.

You've learned a little something, yet.

You can only continue to grow from here!

A parable of life...

and re-learning

how to curl your

hair at the age of 21.