It started this weekend, maybe Saturday or Sunday.
I run my hand ever so gently over my hair and wisps just float off my head and fall to the ground. I can’t do messy buns anymore, let alone pony tails. Showers have become slightly traumatic at the sight of seaweed-like strands coating the bathtub floor, tangling around my toes.
PB took me to see Crazy Rich Asians last night. I loved it on so many levels, and it was a welcomed opportunity to laugh and forget reality for a few hours. I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t just a flick filled with silly and sappy…there were some pretty thought-provoking dialogues in there as well.
There was a line in it that referenced how people who lose card games lose not because they don’t think they can win but because they’re too preoccupied with their fear of losing. Something along those lines. I’ve been chewing on that thought and trying it on for size. Is my fear of losing so great that it is eclipsing my abilities?
Must ponder this a bit more to flesh it out.