I know I haven’t updated my blog since December when I decided that locing wasn’t going to happen for me in 2010. During that time for the most part I’ve left my hair very much ALONE, almost to the point of extreme laziness. My hair hasn’t been “out” since that time. Nothing but kinky twists, a short lived set of puffy twists and most recently yarn twists. Basically I’ve just been washing, conditioning, air drying the twists and using the Taliah Waajid Protective Mist Bodifier to moisturize. I’ve cheated a few times; and instead of taking down an entire set of kinky twists and washing/conditioning/detangling my full head of hair, I’d wash the kinky twists really well, then unravel each one individually, release the loose hair, detangle, moisturize, and retwist with new synthetic hair. This method didn’t take as long as before because I didn’t have to repart my hair.
I’d recently decided that this year I was going to loc again and had decided on a fall date to begin my second journey. I’m currently working out 5-6 days a week in an attempt to lose weight (I’ve lost 40 pounds since December!) and didn’t want to have to deal with starter locs, working out, and the New York City summer heat and humidity. I’d decided that October 1st would be a good day to begin my journey. The date itself didn’t have any particular meaning to me, I just chose it because it was a fall day.
Tuesday evening I was on my way home on the express bus (New Yorkers who live in the outer boroughs know what the “express bus” is), and I suddenly had the most wonderful idea. I decided on the day that I will begin my second set of locs.
August 29.



August 29, 2011 will be Michael Jackson’s 52nd birthday.
Anyone who knows me, I mean really REALLY knows me well, knows how I feel about Michael. When he passed away, I was just devastated. It really affected me in a way I never thought it would and it took me almost a year to get myself back to a positive place. His death and all of the controversy and drama and sadness surrounding it was the catalyst that sparked more than 6 months of mild depression, for which I eventually had to seek treatment.
It wasn’t so much Michael’s death, although that was a big part of it, but during that 6 months, my mind was so focused on all of the negative things that were going on in my life, and all of the things that I wanted but didn’t have, I let those constant negative thoughts consume me. I was crying constantly. I remember a specific time I was with my mom. She was driving and for some unknown reason I suddenly bust into tears. I remember her face, she was so afraid for her little girl. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” she kept asking me. I didn’t have an answer, because I didn’t know. I withdrew from friends and family. I slept often. I missed out on things that seemed to be happening right in front of my face. I also ate. And ate and ate and ate. I’d lost about 60 pounds in late 2007 and early 2008, but by 2009 I was struggling to keep it off. After June of 2009, all bets were off, and the weight returned with a vengeance, as I used food to comfort me. When I wasn’t sad, I was angry. I remember being angry about something that wasn’t all that serious in retrospect, but at the time I was so enraged, I picked out a book from my bookshelf and threw it around the room over and over again until sheets of paper were flying all over the place. I was phoning it in at work, which eventually caused me to lose out on a promotion that I thought I had in the bag. After I found out I didn’t get the new position at work, I went home that night and literally sobbed in my bedroom until I almost made myself sick. It was official. I was depressed. I fell into a deep hole, and ended up seeking professional help to climb my way out.
In the process of healing, because of Michael I met some wonderful new friends from different parts of the world, friends that helped me get through the rough patches. I also found out just how awesome my “old” friends were, the ones who checked on me and stood by me when I needed someone to talk to about what was going on, and provided laughs and great memories when I wanted to forget everything for a little while and just have some fun. Along the way I developed a deep love and respect for Michael; his music, his life and his legacy. I also found a love for myself as well. I’ve managed to get my eating under control and have lost 40 pounds since December and plan to continue that journey as well. I feel better about what is going on in my life now and am feeling hopeful instead of hopeless about the future. That’s not to say that things are all peaches and cream in my world, I still have moments where I feel sad about things, but those feelings of constant and seemingly never-ending gloom and doom are a thing of the past.
My new loc journey is a way to remind myself that things always get better, even though it may not seem that way at the time. My new loc journey is also a way away to keep Michael in my mind and on my heart. His birthday will be my locs’ birthday too.
I dedicate my new loc journey to Michael Jackson, an EPIC Entertainer, Artist, Son, Brother, Father and Friend.
As it stands right now, I’m on a countdown to lockdown and could not be happier! I’m so happy to finally be in a place where I’m ok with whatever may come, especially during the first year. No more shortcuts and quick fixes. I’ve always known a loc journey is a process, one that cannot and should not be rushed, so I should have known better than to try to speed up the process with loc extensions and the like.
Right now my hair has been in various sets of kinky twists since December and in yarn twists specifically since June 4th, and will more than likely remain so until I start prepping to loc on August 29th. I’ll probably start the night before since I also begin my fall semester class on the 29th and need to be finished with my hair by the afternoon so I can get to class on time. I took the day off work, that’s how serious I am about August 29th as the start of my new loc journey. Me having my first class of the semester that evening pretty much seals that I must start my own locs if I want to have them done on that day. No salons for me and those unpredictable waiting times. I am a little nervous about it, but I think it’ll be okay. I know exactly the thickness I want my locs to be, and will definitely take time parting so that I can get it right. This is going to be for life!
I am also excited about documenting this loc journey in a way I didn’t do with my first set. Lots of pics and I think video as well will be forthcoming. I want to look back on those pictures and vids a year or two into my loc journey and see how far I’ve come.
I remember after taking down the loc extensions back in December, I knew I was going to loc again, but didn’t know when it would be. I remember at that time tweeting to a fellow natural haired beauty that I’d let the universe tell me when it was time. And it did.
