Do you ever come upon those moments in life where you suddenly realize that Hollywood has had a much bigger impact on who you are?
I just had such a moment recently.
While filling the kettle with freshly drawn cold water to make my afternoon tea, I clumsily splashed the body of my t-shirt, leaving, as we’re all familiar with, that uncomfortable wet spot. This would not do. I couldn’t have this visible to judging eyes that surround us all.
To remediate the problem, I decided to use ingenuity – a hair dryer for a purpose other than drying hair. Simply brilliant MacGyvering, I could hear the angels cheer from above.
To the naysayers and the non-believers, I want to say, it worked. Within minutes of the high powered air stream doing its thing, I was dry. The wet spot, no longer wet. Blown out of existence.
But standing there in front of the bathroom mirror, my shirt now bone dry, another thought crossed my mind…
I have hair, full of potential.
And in my hand was a hair dryer, also full of potential.
And I did.
And in moments, I was lost in what was reflected back to me in that mirror mirror on the wall.
Prince Charming, albeit ethnic, with locks of stringy coal tendrils flowing behind me, dancing in the warm winds of potential tapped.