Having "Me" Time

Have you ever woken up and had a “bad” hair day? I think every girl must have experienced this one time or another in their life. Sometimes you wake up and don’t know what happened overnight while you were dreaming to cause your hair to just become a nest like mass that seems to have a life of its own. As it happens (like it always knows when), it happens on the day your alarm clock seemed to have turned itself off and you have to rush off for a morning meeting. You feel like you are having a “bad” hair day. It just doesn’t feel good and it nags you the rest of the day. If you were like me, sometimes I’d go around saying I have a “bad” hair day, complaining about it and telling others about it…It turns out to be a miserable day where everything goes wrong. Then one day I realized, it was better to keep quiet. If you are having a “bad” hair day, have one privately. By telling people about and announcing your ”bad” hair day to the world you are actually focusing their attenti...

Reading about Obama's young mother in the New York Times, I am reminded about a discussion Alex and I had the other day on how we live in a world of different realities.  What sparked the conversation was his conversation with a random stranger at a government office while waiting for some documents.  It's not at all related to Obama or his Mom, but it is about how we all have different lives growing up.  One cannot just assume everyone's childhood was just as pleasant as ours even though we'd like to believe it.  His reality is not my reality and vice versa. What really hit us was how this stranger, this pleasant happy chit chatting man, was talking about his family.  How he had a hard life growing up and how education for him ended at fourth grade primary.   He talked about his daughter and how he was so proud of her to have finished 9th grade.  It was like a dream had come true for his children to accomplish such a high le...