My hair, much like the months of a year, the weeks of a month, and in my case, the days of the week, is constantly changing, while still remaining the same.  My hair has a mind of its own.  It has its own emotions and feelings every day of the week.  On Sunday, it is a soft cotton candy pillow, fluffed and ready to be slept on; especially after I have washed it.  On Monday, it is bouncy and full of life, swirling, moving, and dancing in the wind to a beat that only it can hear.  On Tuesday, it is calm, easy, and manageable, like a yoga artist meditating peacefully, and flowing easily through the day.  On Wednesday, it starts to unravel to let loose.  Some strands of my hair are in some places, and others are in other places.  On Thursday, my hair is anything and everything it wants to be.  There is no specific pattern to the way my hair is on this day.  On Friday, my hair is lazy.  It is defiant and does not want to obey me.  On this day, trying to get my hair to do what I tell it is like trying to watch cable during a tri-state area blackout; near impossible.  And on Saturday, my hair is like a bubble waiting to burst, a balloon anxious to pop, eager to get back to the cotton candy, sugar rush Sunday that is so near, yet too far away in time. No matter whether it is a peaceful Tuesday, or a sugar rush Sunday, hair is such a precious feature, and should not be treated like any other part of you.   No matter what day of the week it is, everyone's hair is busy being its own person, with its own feelings.