Stray Dog Revolution
As my first challenge comes to an end, I'm reflecting (harhar) on the week and what it all meant. Not being able to look at myself in the mirror (or in any current image) was challenging, but not in the ways I expected. I got used to not looking more quickly than I imagined I would, and pretty soon, avoiding gazing back at myself became a habit. It did make me feel prudish, though. Or something. Maybe modest.
It some ways, though, it made me focus on my reflection even more, which was surprising. I began to notice all the reflective surfaces that are around- glass doors, tinted windows, the "black mirror" of my different pieces of technology. I'm not sure I would have even noticed this kind of thing if I weren't trying so hard to avoid my image reflected back at me.
So tomorrow I get to look again. I'm wondering how it will feel. I'm wondering if I'll like my new haircut. I'm wondering if the image I have in my head of myself will match the woman looking back at me. And? I wonder if I'll see someone different than I usually see, if I'll be less critical.
And Sunday? Well, Sunday starts my next 7 day challenge. The one I'm really not looking forward to, in any way shape or form: cold showers. #frigidbiotch