My hair was perfect - I just did not know

Like many people I am self critical. I am either too much this or too little that.

I don't think I am particualary obsessive about what I need to improve or change, but it would be fair to say that I don't sit back and say "I am happy with my figure or I have radiant skin" for example.

I remember in my twenties I was always striving for the perfect hairstyle. Everyone around me had gorgeous, silky hair. I was always struggling with mine. Should I go short? Should I have layers? Should I change the colour? Was it frumpy? Was I fashionable enough? Did it need curls or was straight best?

I was never satisfied with my hair.

The photo I came across in my early twenties shook me.
As I looked at it, I saw a sensational head of locks.

Shining and flowing, just like in the magazines.

I was taken aback about how perfect my hair was.

Why wasnt I aware of this at the time?

It was a rare moment of sadness too. When I looked at that thick dark hair, I wanted it back.

I wanted to be that person again. I wanted to flick the long fringe over my shoulder.
I wanted to feel the length and the heaviness of the long hair.
I wanted to run my fingers through it one more time.

Yet I can't. Its over.

However it did make me think What do I have to day that is perfect. What do I have today that in 10 years time I will look back and say, gosh I was so lucky to have that.

So today is for taking stock and being mindful of what I have now.. Today is for being greatful for the perfectness of it. For what I have now.