Potent
The thing with maturity, when it dawns on you, is that you begin to get a sense of your own mortality, something you never thought about when you were in your twenties, when you were so into the thick of things and bursting with energy. And you know that it really comes with age.
Once I asked my guru, this wise, colorful person that I admired, on what thing it was that she feared the most. For someone who had conquered (and scarred to show for it too) in sickness, career, and relationships, she told me that in all her 55 years -- having seen death surrounding and facing the reality of it once too closely herself -- the thing she feared the most was to lose her potency.
Potency. Now, how does one measure?
A friend, this popular and charismatic person, told me once before that the ability to rule in a room full of people that one walks into is a good measure of potency in a person. Ahh, so that was the secret. Silly, I thought, but I have gotten a few occasions to test and observe it myself and found it had some ring of truth to it. There is, indeed, some potency to people who end up being the heartbeat, enthralling the rest. Now, that may be a shallow measure for basing a person's effectivity but it really all depends on what you hold to be necessary and what works at the moment.
Maturity is such that you get a sense of your own mortality, accept you may be losing potency, and quickly get over that insecurity, whether your perceived potency may lie in your ability to rule in a room, or whether you believe you have it all cinched in your long hair.
A week ago I cut my long hair short and have been feeling shellshocked and like superman to kryptonite ever since. I didn't realize until now how much potency I falsely attributed to my hair, hated the thought, and decided to change all of it.
A kindred blogger said that a close cropped haircut leaves one looking very french thug. Yesterday I went back to the salon, cut my hair even shorter and is just a trim away from being as close cropped and french thugette as I can get. Now I feel decidedly better, lighter, freer, empowered to be rid of all that potent hair. Most of all, it works.
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Once I asked my guru, this wise, colorful person that I admired, on what thing it was that she feared the most. For someone who had conquered (and scarred to show for it too) in sickness, career, and relationships, she told me that in all her 55 years -- having seen death surrounding and facing the reality of it once too closely herself -- the thing she feared the most was to lose her potency.
Potency. Now, how does one measure?
A friend, this popular and charismatic person, told me once before that the ability to rule in a room full of people that one walks into is a good measure of potency in a person. Ahh, so that was the secret. Silly, I thought, but I have gotten a few occasions to test and observe it myself and found it had some ring of truth to it. There is, indeed, some potency to people who end up being the heartbeat, enthralling the rest. Now, that may be a shallow measure for basing a person's effectivity but it really all depends on what you hold to be necessary and what works at the moment.
Maturity is such that you get a sense of your own mortality, accept you may be losing potency, and quickly get over that insecurity, whether your perceived potency may lie in your ability to rule in a room, or whether you believe you have it all cinched in your long hair.
A week ago I cut my long hair short and have been feeling shellshocked and like superman to kryptonite ever since. I didn't realize until now how much potency I falsely attributed to my hair, hated the thought, and decided to change all of it.
A kindred blogger said that a close cropped haircut leaves one looking very french thug. Yesterday I went back to the salon, cut my hair even shorter and is just a trim away from being as close cropped and french thugette as I can get. Now I feel decidedly better, lighter, freer, empowered to be rid of all that potent hair. Most of all, it works.
Filed Under: Life
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