My Curly Potential – Bye!

Hey everyone! Thank you for following My Curly Potential for the past few years.

I’ve been thinking it for a while, but had yet to make a decision. I don’t believe I will continue posting on My Curly Potential anymore. I feel like my hair journey is more just a beautiful part of my life and I have loved sharing my journey.

Thank you to all who have watched Rocco grow since March 2012. It’s been fun! I won’t close the site because it’s a little like a time capsule, and point of reference for me.

Thank you again!

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My New Route For Protective Styling

I like protective styles. They save me time on styling and prep. But I have to say I don’t think I’ll be doing protective styles with extensions in the near future (if at all).

Growing up I used to love getting box braids. Used to love swinging my hair around like a boss. Used to have fun with styles and ponytails and buns and all that good stuff.

I bought extensions over a year ago so I could put my hair away and let it rest while wearing some length. I wore twists for a month last March and I recently put them in mid-February.

I lasted two weeks.

It wasn’t that I missed my hair. I just wasn’t a fan of the extra weight. I only wore it in a bun on the top of my head to get it out of the way. I tried to wear it in a bun at ponytail level but it just pulled on my hair and gave me an instant headache. Not cool. My shower caps were plastic bags and hats were no longer an option.

As impromptu as I had put my twists in, after 45 minutes they were out again. It’s never fun to see the shed hair that’s lost but I made sure my hair was well taken care of after that. I steamed my strands, coconut oil pre-poo’d, washed, deep conditioned, lightly blow dried and put in mini twists and I am much happier.

I love that the length I looked for from extensions I’m slowly making my way towards with my own hair. My hair in twists now touches my back. I can swing it around the way I loved to and I can pin it up and style it. I think my protective styles from here will really be just with my own hair. It’s capable of a lot and that makes me happy because you know what? That’s all because of me! I’m the one to thank for my hair’s health and in the nearly 2 years since I’ve gone natural Rocco has come a long way and so have I.

Hometown Yoga & Other Thoughts

Monday was 6 AM fitness class. I am still feeling the effects. I was feeling pretty lethargic, lazy, stiff, sore and thought yoga would be a great chance to stretch and move. I looked online and found a couple of options. I decided on one that was at the same place as my morning classes for the same price and it was an hour-long evening class. Perfect. Packed up my stuff and off I went.

I smiled as soon as I walked into the room. There in black capris was my elementary and jr high school librarian! She was an eccentric woman, and I thought she was old when I was back in school. I would say she’s over 60 for sure. She had the same long grey/white hair except back in the day she would wear it in a single, thick braid. Wore glasses like she always had and had the same comforting and friendly voice. I wasn’t about to run up to her and give her a hug though. With the number of kids she would have seen come and go through the library it was unlikely she remembered me. I was secretly pleased when she commented on my posture and picked me and a couple of people in the class as people to watch for poses. She mentioned the others by name and motioned to me while passing  ‘I’m not sure what your name is, do you know the warrior poses?’. I nodded barely, hiding my smile.

It felt really good being in a cool, quiet room moving with purpose while strengthening and supporting and stretching my limbs. My only real focus on my breathing and my posture. I felt strong and inspired and as I was laying there in Savasana pose, my arms dead open beside me, my thoughts were racing and even though I was lying absolutely still, eyes closed and listening to nothing I felt so productive.

I’m thinking of investing in a month pass. There are just so many classes that I have time to attend. I feel great afterwards.

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It’s a little strange being home. I feel like I have to reset my brain to a certain degree. I’m used to being conservative and minimal. Conservative in my purchases, my footprint, my time, my money. But now I have no money and so much time. While I would be selective in gym classes back when I lived on my own, I feel like throwing myself into these classes here. I want the most out of what’s available to me. Going to the store with my mom and her asking if I want to choose a cereal, I have this past and present battle in my head. Living on my own I wouldn’t select cereal because it’s more of a treat than a meal even if it is on sale. Plus I would have to haul it home on my bike and those boxes take up a lot of room. But here I am with a vehicle and an opportunity for free cereal.

It may sound silly but I’m kind of having to reset my brain. While I’m not going to get my mom to buy me 12 boxes of cereal so I have the options and because I have the trunk space, it’s interesting to me that people do take cereal home. This sounds sooo weird writing it down and maybe I’ve chosen a poor example but it’s just the life here is different from the life I created for myself living on my own or living in the city.

Also, I keep expecting to see people from the island, then I have to remind myself where I am. Also if I do recognize someone it takes me a sec to place whether they’re from the island or from here. It’s just…. I feel like it’s a mild case of culture shock. It’s refreshing.

I’m going to make sure to capture my town and see if I can capture this feeling and essence of late summer. It’s truly glorious and I’m really happy I am home…

I’m wondering if my minimalism stems from the fact that I couldn’t afford things so I was telling myself I didn’t need or want them. I feel like I’m going to have to explore this new thought. Because I’m intrigued. There is a theory describing this that is completely escaping me… if you know what it is feel free to tell me in the comments… to be continued! 😉

5 minutes later and thanks to Wikipedia the theory I’m looking for is cognitive dissonance theory. I’m going to explore this more later.