For my birthday in the summer I got an iPhone. It goes against my pragmatism to get such a fancy (smart) phone, but I love it! LOVE! It has been 1/2 years since I got this new phone, but it is as if I just got it 5 minutes ago. I have happily made an exception to my usual policy of practicality.
I have an application on the phone that is called Instagram. It is a forum to share photos, much like Facebook, but just photos. After you load a photo to Instagram, then you can put a filter on it or zoom in. It is pretty creative. You can also look at photos that your 'friends' have taken. I like it, because I really only like looking at people's photos on Facebook.
This month there has been a challenge to take a photo everyday on a theme. The day I took this photo, the theme was 'close-up'. This is my hair. This is the fire that comes out of my head. This is what I have to contend with, up-close.
I used to be offended about the stereo-types and nick-names assigned to red heads. Aren't stereo-types judgmental? I don't want to be judged for something that I did not choose, or how I look.
Finally after many years, I have relented. This brightly colored mop does tell you something about me. I am fiery, I am temperamental, I'm hot-headed, I'm passionate. My locks are curly and messy, and I'm in good literary company: Anne of Green Gables, Little Orphan Annie, Pippy Longstocking, Mary Jane. I have little influence over the condition of my hair, much like my ego. All I can do is take care of it/me, and accept it/me as I am, the package and the product.
My phone is helping me be happy being me, which is not you. Just don't get me mad, because I can lose my temper quite easily.