My sis and I went wig shopping this weekend with my mom. It wasn’t our first time in Judi’s Wigs. That was last July when mom received the news she had stage-three ovarian cancer and would need a minimum of six rounds of chemo. (She received twelve but is cancer-free!) Hair loss was not her (or our) biggest worry, but a concern nonetheless. We perused the selection, pointing out wigs that “looked” like my mom. She didn’t want anything too different from her everyday color and style, because she liked her style and was comfortable with it.
Halfway through the first round of treatments, something switched in mom. The warrior unleashed its “barbaric yawp” upon the world and my now-strong, brave mother was born. Let’s just say, she’s a little sassy. And I like it. She tossed her salt-and-pepper wigs to the back of the closet and opted for red with blond highlights. The first time my dad saw her in it, he said people would think he had a new wife. And honestly, he did.
When she’s wearing that wig, my mom is the person she always wanted to be. Before, her eyes danced the waltz. Now, the tango.
Sitting in Judi’s Wigs on Saturday, watching mom try on ten different colors and styles, I realized how much the whole experience is like writing.
- When we decide we want to write, we tend to try on styles that fit us, and we work within that framework for awhile.
- The more we write, the brighter our “tyger” burns and breaks through our self-imposed limitations.
- We branch out of our comfort zone and try on more daring styles – ones we NEVER thought we’d like.
- Then, we see it. That perfect match between style and inner warrior. The match that charges us, changes us, challenges us.
- We don the new style with sass, spunk, and charm and our pens dance in new rhythms across the page.
- We know, though, that this isn’t it. Because there’s a whole store of styles our there just waiting for us.