It's Only Temporary

So something really weird and pretty frustrating recently happened and I'm not

sure how to properly react. You see, my hair is fairly fried. It kind of looks like

the hair you would see on a witch who hasn't brushed her hair in 500 years. I have

no idea what to do besides wait it out and let my hair recover naturally but in the meantime,

I am slightly freaking out. Naturally.

I'm trying to make it into a funny situation because truthfully, it really is (or at least will be!).

This is the girl who rarely uses anything on her hair, barely straightens it,

 and yet I'm the one who damaged my hair. Classic.

I guess what I'm trying to get at here is that yes, this sucks but it really isn't the end of the world.

It's only temporary. Most situations are temporary. Falling on ones own two feet

while walking to class and being so embarrased, is a temporary feeling. Getting

a bad grade in a class that you worked tirelessly on and feeling as if the world will 

never be the same, is a temporary feeling. 

Whenever I need a little perspective I like to ask myself, "Will this matter in 5 years?"

More than likely it will be a great story and even you will be the one crying so hard

you have tears in your eyes. 

So right now I'm going to throw my hair into a ponytail and go grab some ice cream.

Because it's just hair. And it's only temporary.