This piece was inspired by a simple moment of tying my hair into a ponytail.
My hair has been short for the last few years but recently I have been growing it out. My shoulders, arms, hands and fingers are significantly weaker than they were a year ago. This makes tasks like washing hair, blow drying and doing something as simple as tying a ponytail much more difficult.
Last month I tied my hair for the first time in years and it frustratingly took five minutes to achieve. The whole time I thought, "This has never been hard in the past. Not this, too".
In this simple moment it is, yet again, glaringly obvious of what has left and what is leaving. It is the moments that make up a story.
As a child I remember bunching my hair, wrapping a rubber band around and looping it through effortlessly. Prior to learning, someone else had to do this for me. Usually my mother.
As a teen and as a young adult never did I give this act a second thought. It was effortless. It took a second to accomplish.