Virtue or Pride

February, the cold month, brrr.

I woke up this morning,

coughing and congested,

it was 5h45, way too early.

I tried to roll over,

and get another hour,

which is what I had planned,

but, no can do.

I got up,

sucked on a lozenge,

blew my nose,

washed my hands,

fed the cat,

put water on for tea.

Sat,

with my tea,

sat with my thoughts.

The Fishermen’s Friend,

worked,

things cleared up.

I saw the blue sky,

emerge,

welcome sunshine:-)

One of the advantages,

of not sleeping super well,

is that I see the sun come up,

I see the morning,

no rushing.

Yesterday,

I had an odd thought.

The weirdest things,

set me to thinking.

I looked in the mirror,

and thought,

‘you need a trim, my friend’.

I stripped down to my underwear,

if you keep your clothes on, you end up covered in little pesky hairs, no bueno.

got out my clippers,

put on the 10 mm guard,

and ran the clipper over my head,

front to back,

brushed out the hairs,

attached the 6 mm guard,

did the neck, behind the ears.

Put my glasses back on,

I was quite satisfied.

When I trim my hair,

I feel satisfied,

I feel …

dare I say it,

virtous.

What started out as,

necessity,

hairdressers and barbers,

being closed,

has become,

just an additional step,

in my grooming regiment.

But, why do I feel virtuous?

It’s not about saving money,

I have invested in quality tools,

not professional but good,

and to be honest,

my hairdresser didn’t charge that much.

I guess,

I feel proud,

learning a new thing,

doing it pretty well,

better and better ,

each week.

Makes me feel more,

self-reliant.

To be clear,

I am not building,

my own shelter,

I am not growing,

raising,

what I eat,

but, I feel less dependent,

I feel more,

yes I can,

you know?

So Maybe it isn’t so much,

virtue,

as,

Pride.

I am proud I have learned,

to clip my hair,

a useful skill.

I learned many things,

over my 55 years,

not all as useful.

Perhaps 2021,

will become the year,

of useful skill acquisition,

hmm, food for thought.

Be well you all.

Later girls,

BB