Monthly Archives: September 2017

A course in curls


I’m apprenticing at the studio of an amazing teacher. I’ve taken on this course without really knowing what I was getting myself into. I just signed up thinking it’ll be pretty cool to be in that school. Maybe it was a resume thing. I wanted to buff it up. So it worked for a while, I was a superficial student for the first couple of years.

My junior years.

After the third year, like in Academia . It was time to specialize and then it got pretty serious. The teacher was pretty ruthless. I got no slack. Even when I wanted to relax and give my self a break, she never let me off the hook. There was no cheating, faking, or playing games in her classes. That was when she gave me the very best lessons.

I came into that course thinking I knew a thing or two about the material, but I learned that I knew nothing at all.

I learned to be present.

I learned about humility.

I learned about being patient.

I learned to put my ego aside.

I learned I can change my mind as much as I want.

I learned that I have a lot to learn.

I learned to suck at things and own it.

I learned that it’s OK to make mistakes.

I learned to think before I speak.

I learned that I have a happy place.

I learned that it’s fun to dance and sing in public.

I learned that being a mom is a spiritual practice.