WWJD

Growing up I proudly rocked the cloth WWJD bracelet on my right wrist. I believe mine was blue and with it I was bold. It carried even more clout and overall street cred when you went to private schools (thanks mom and dad.) Over the years WWJD has been replaced with a LIVESTRONG bracelet and more recently a hair binder. Due to this, I sometimes forget to ask myself WWJD. Luckily, there are people in this world willing to pick up my slack.

The locker room is full of a lot of personality types, and comfort levels that more time good than bad (my lunch friends, especially my ladies with the lotion, can back me on this!) Tonight, I stumbled upon “a good one” and some clarity when I walked in to find two women discussing their weekend plans. They were both higher 30s and one had a voice that resembled a teen from the valley during the early 90s. The one with the voice was giving the play by play of her weekend plans to the other girl who politely nodded whilst looking for the quickest escape route. I’m aware that at this point I’ve done two things that Jesus wouldn’t have:

1.) I’ve eavesdropped
2.) I’ve made the assumption this girl chose to wear a scrunchii on her wrist over the WWJD, and occasionally ratted her bangs.

It was her Sunday cap off to the weekend that piqued my interest. Our friend had shared that she would be getting a haircut. The conversation was one sided, but held the foundation of all that embodied a WWJD bracelet:

“Ya. I’m getting my haircut on Sunday. Nothing big. Like a barely a trim. My sister was like omg you totally need to get some inches off because you’re like almost 40. Then I told oh really well Jesus had long hair and he was like my age and a guy.”

Deep comment. This made me realize I had pulled the trigger and judged her too soon. She was obviously the girl who wore the WWJD under the scrunchii. If they would have been polite enough to invite me into their private conversation, I would have asked her if she, too, was born of the Virgin Mary or walked on water? If so, she’s not only got license to wear the hair long past 40, she can rock a curly mullet into her early 80s.