(two bits!)
You know what's even more chill, easier to pull off, and just as effective as going all radical and extremist about everything? Just hanging back and knowing exactly what you don't have to do. Some call it minimalism. Others call it slacking. I call it an interesting idea.
I guess it's the idea of the positive side of senioritis. It's like quasi-productive resting periods. You don't have to do a ton of work, but if you give just the right amount of a nudge in just the right areas, you'll do just fine and walk away triumphant. You don't have to stress yourself out. You don't have to overthink things to the point at which you'll probably explode. You don't have to do more than you have to.
So, to exercise this we'll keep things simple.
First off, I can't take credit for the term. Credits go to Stephen Covey and a great book on being an effective member of society as a teenager that I read when I was twelve. He's the son of the guy who wrote The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People.. which is why he titled his book The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens. Give it to your kid today or someday.
Now that that's out of the way, here's the rest:
"Now I know that the Lord gives victory to his anointed; He will answer them from His holy heaven with mighty victories from His right hand."
Psalm 20:6
A speaks-for-itself verse. I have one question though, is it really all that important to capitalize His and He all the time? Especially when talking about Jesus, it seems to really drain the accessibility of a personal relationship with God. It also doesn't look as nice on paper when stuck in a sentence.
Quick story of the day.
Around 5:40 today, I decided it would be worth the risk of missing Long Hill group and just get the haircut I had needed out of the way. When I got there, I figured it would take too long because there was only one stylist there but when I asked my Dad if he thought I should wait it out, he told me that I definitely should. So I did. And I ended up getting one of the best cuts I've ever gotten.
It was fascinating though, it wasn't really like any other haircut I've gotten before. You know how getting your hair cut is typically just another chore, like brushing your teeth or shaving those pesky whiskers? Well, this one really wasn't. At most places, they just ask you what numbers you want, how you want your sideburns done, and just tell you to pay your tip and get the hell out. Some try hard enough to spark some conversation about trivial things like what grade you're in or what sports you're playing, I guess anything to get their minds off of what must seem to them a really boring occupation. This time, the talk was genuinely friendly and she actually seemed to really care about what she was doing. My head was becoming her artistic masterpiece, when I realized she was getting into it I decided to just hand over the reins and let her do whatever she thought best.
"I love a challenge," she said. "But you usually don't get those too often when guys come in and just give their kids the standard boy cut. It gets so old.. I hate it!"
The girl who was giving it really seemed more like an artistic free spirit than the rustic gruff and hardness of a barber. She's young and pretty, a blond twenty-some. She had a playful and fun personality that maintained a consistent realness and solid sense of timing. When she was working, she was working. When she was talking, she was playing. She was pretty sweet too, down-to-earth, not afraid to make suggestions or opine, great with her sense of style.
She was really professional too, really knew her stuff. I had originally gone in there and asked for all scissors like my dad had asked me to because of the last time (I didn't know a "three and a two" was going to be a buzz cut!) and the way it didn't turn out so great.
"The same buzzer all over?" She shook her head cutely, "that's what we do for babies.. but that's no fun. Things just start to get fun when we grow up when we start layering, making it shorter here and longer there, you know, that kind of thing!"
Some people apparently never drop their old styles though, like her cousin who she says likes the straight-up buzzcut so much that he's afraid to let it go. She would tell these stories pretty nicely, I heard a bit about her family, not too much, but just the kind that lets you know who you're talking to. Her family apparently won't leave her alone from her haircuts:
"My mom's always telling me to give her another haircut or fixer up, which I sometimes get fed up with. 'Get me a haircut!' ... 'Get a life!'"
She had a great sense of humor too. Okay guys, I admit it, I might have been crushing a little. She was awesome though! I wish I could go on, even though I normally wouldn't, but I just think it's pretty awesome when you can enjoy something you normally don't. Especially when it's good enough that you forget about going to something you've been excited about for a while. Life is full of pleasant little surprises, like the neck rub with a hot wet towel and the shoulder massage at the end! It was pretty great, really, and if it can get me writing paragraphs about a haircut and a nice girl, it's gotta count for something.
Part of me wishes my hair would grow even faster than it already does.
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