I really wanted curly hair. My friends had talked all about this curly girl thing. I read the book. I researched and researched ('cause I love research). I tried the methods I listened to the experts and somehow success just wasn't meant to be mine. Greasy hair, crunchy hair, those things I could achieve but gorgeous curls, they weren't happening. Years later I looked in the mirror. "When did I get this curly hair I'd dreamed of?" I wondered.
"Is your hair naturally curly?" It's the question every girl dreaming of curls is wishing she could hear. It's a question I hear now but not one I used to (believe me:).
I worked so hard to have curly hair but my curls weren't achieved in an instant or even in the 6-8 weeks the experts promised. My curls were achieved through time, consistence, and finding my own rhythm. Believe it or not, everyday still isn't a perfect hair day for this curly girl. Some days my hair is just sad.
I think it sounds a lot like photography. I can read the articles and research, research, research. I can listen to the experts and try to copy them but I won't be a good photographer until I spend time just clicking the shutter, until I forget a few of the rules and find a rhythm.
I kind of forgot about my perfect curls obsession and it was somewhere in the forgetting that I got those curls. Maybe it's somewhere in the forgetting of the perfect photographer that we start to really craft our art!
