This morning I stepped out of the shower and did the same little thing I always do — looked up at the shower wall and saw a whole collection of hair stuck there like some accidental art piece.
Normally I don’t think twice about it.
Grab a tissue, scoop it off, toss it in the garbage, move on with my day.
But today I paused.
Maybe it’s because I woke up with a lot on my mind — the adulting I need to face, the decisions coming up, the weight of wanting to get things right. I’m honestly just praying for wisdom and understanding because life is loud right now.
And as I stared at those random strands on the wall, it hit me:
this is exactly what our feelings look like.
Tiny pieces of us that loosen when life is heavy.
They stick.
They collect.
They wait for us to notice.
And most of the time?
We don’t.
We just let the water rinse them down the drain because we think avoiding them is easier in the moment.
But anything you wash down the drain without really dealing with it becomes buildup... a clog, a backup, a problem for a future version of you who already has enough on her plate.
And honestly, that’s how most of us treat our emotions.
We don’t pause.
We don’t acknowledge.
We don’t take count.
We just keep going.
But ignoring feelings doesn’t make them disappear.
It just makes them tomorrow’s mess.
So this morning, I stood there for an extra minute and actually looked at them... the hair, sure, but also everything they represented.
Every fear.
Every pressure.
Every tiny emotion I’ve been pretending I don’t have time for.
And then... instead of letting them wash down the drain...
I scooped them up. I held them in my hand. I took a breath. And I threw them out on purpose.
Because they don’t get to fuck up my future.
The hairs.
And the feelings.
Both get acknowledged.
Both get tossed intentionally.
Both are done trying to cling to me.
And maybe that’s the whole reminder:
Watch what you wash down the drain.
If you ignore it today, it becomes tomorrow’s problem.
I’m choosing to deal with mine now — even if it starts with something as simple as hair on the shower wall.