There is a saying that we Londoners have, “sometimes, I just need a good ol’ swear-up”. Or, another saying that we Jamaicans have is, “mi jus haffi cuss tu bad wod”.

Given that both are my heritage, both worked well for me in this scenario.

I decided to clipper cut my hair. While I can still make magic happen with a pair of shears and a comb, clipper cutting was never really my forte.

With that in mind, picture this.  I switched my clippers on, and I happily, and confidently cut my hair, magically pretending that clipper cutting IS my forte.  All the while living in the moment of, of faking it until you make it.  My hair cut turned out par for the course and I was happy with it.

I finished up, swept up, sanitized my implements, and put everything away. I shampooed and conditioned my natural curly tresses, only to realize that I had a section in the back of my head that needed to be cut some more and blended in. Well, not so much blended in, as in it needed the bulk taken out.

Now, here is where the power of calling things into existence is invoked by using our thoughts, words, emotions, and fears.

When I realized I needed to do something technical with the clippers, my very first thought was, “Crap! I’m going to Jack my head up.”  On the heels of that thought came, “Ooooh, why so negative Wenz?  Get your thoughts together girl!” Immediately, I checked myself, and affirmed out loud, “Cancel that! My hair cut will be perfect. Perfectly blended and tapered.  Just perfect.”

Feeling good about my affirmation and knowing that I negated my initial fear based negative response, confidently I grabbed one of the specialty guards for my clippers. It snapped in place with a positive click. I adjusted the blade etc. and commence to cut.

Oh…frick’n…crap! Crap! Frick’n crap!  No!  No! No!  This can’t be right!?

Yup!  But it was right.  You know the saying seeing is believing.  Well, I was seeing, but trying HARD not to believe.  I only went and picked up the wrong guard. Instead of the 2”- 4” taper, I picked up the 1/2” – 2” taper guard.

I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror wondering how in the hell I was going to fix this carnage.   For a few seconds, the only thing I could hear was my labored breathing and my heart beating loudly in my ears.  As I exhaled deeply, I came to the conclusion that nothing could be done to salvage this situation, with the exception of one thing. With a very, very deep sigh, I commenced to cut both the sides and back of my head with the 1/2” – 2” taper guard.  And as quite as it is kept, what didn’t help my situation is shortly after I finished my correction of the correction, Dee came into the bathroom, and literally stopped dead in his tracks.

It was like he had hit an invisible wall or something.   And then in hushed tones, designed to minimize shock, he stated the obvious, “Wow Wenz! That’s really-kinda-short Babe!”   He looked at my face in the mirror and realized, that I realized that my hair was tooooooo short, and did what he does best.  Not quite meeting my eyes he said, “It looks good though Babes.”  With an innate sense of preservation that comes from knowing that this debacle could somehow be erroneously, misconstrued as his fault, he turned and silently disappeared down the hallway…like frick’n Casper.        

Finding the good: My hair will grow back. I had the strength to do the clipper cut. I had the ability to see, and the presence of mind to make the corrections, even though that went radically wrong. And finally, my hair was even, blended and perfectly tapered, with the bulk taken out!  I got what I affirmed. 

You see, in my affirmation there was no mention of me being happy with the results of my hair cut.  Even if it was implied by default, the implication wasn’t enough for the manifestation.  What I wanted and asked for was a perfectly tapered, blended haircut.  And that’s what I got. 

Be clear on what you are asking for.  Say exactly what you mean and mean exactly what you say, because the Universal Creator known to me as God, will give you that which you ask for.   It’s been two weeks, 2 days 6 hours and 10 minutes and my hair is finally starting to grow back in.