Eyebrows

I had been traveling.

I got back and got ready for a work day.

Took a shower, did my hair, went to put on my makeup.

I looked at my eyebrows and:

Holy heck.

No, they weren’t overgrown or blue.

They were:

Completely.

Uneven.

Now, I know the phrase, eyebrows are sisters, not twins. I appreciate this phrase. I’m on board with this phrase.

No. This is not where we were.

I‘m talking head-tilted-to-the-side-mid-Titanic-sinking-uneven.

Now.

Maybe I hadn’t looked at my face for a while, vacation, you know?

Or maybe…

It has been like this for… so long I hadn’t even noticed.

AH!

I took those tweezers, went to town, and WHEW.

There I was again. No half Frieda/half Barbie.

(Let me be clear: I’m all about the Frieda. I’m also all about the Barbie. You do you.)

But I was not, I repeat, not, down for the half and half.

So:

Why the hell am I writing about this random grooming malfunction?

Because what also hit me as I discovered a mini Chewbacca on the left side of my face was this:

I didn’t see it.

I couldn’t see it.

For whatever reason, and for whatever time line, I couldn’t see something that was a close as my nose. Literally.

A little time away, a fresh perspective and there it was. Clear as day.

We’re like this with our traits too. And our thoughts, and our habits.

Sometimes we can’t see what’s off…

Until we do.

And that’s okay.

Maybe I had crooked eyebrows for a while, but hell, I was still me. The world didn’t fall to pieces.

And maybe you’ve been, say, people pleasing and are just now like, “WHAT? It has a name? I just thought I was being Midwestern!?!”

Or maybe you’ve noticed your nightly glass of wine has become two. Or three. “Um… I’m gonna google AA… For a friend.”

Or maybe that pal of yours that you always like talking to, just got… like, sexy?! WHEN???

It’s okay! It’s all good. You know now.

Waste NOT TIME, waste NO EFFORT wishing and hoping and dreaming you had seen it sooner.

Maybe you couldn’t have.

Maybe now is exactly the moment for things to be clear.

Maybe not a second sooner would have allowed you to pounce, to make things right, to go for it, to get healthy, to get balanced.

Maybe seeing my eyebrow trying forcibly invade the other side of my face at that very moment was the exact right time to make it right.

Maybe not…

But doesn’t it feel better to believe it?

And when we feel better, we do better.

So, thank you half-Frieda for revealing yourself when you did. I wish you well on your journey.

You too.

Smooches.