Today’s post is a bit heavier than the others have been.
I started writing something about my bad hair day, which I can largely attribute to my embarrassingly prominent roots. I was just about to make an appointment to get them fixed when I came across an article about a new movement discouraging women from covering their heads in (potentially) dangerous chemicals. It’s a gray-roots movement of sorts.
I still want to share my thoughts on that and get your input, but I’ve had something else on my mind that I can’t seem to shake. (And I don’t think it’s wise to ignore.)
As I was driving into work this morning, I heard about the terror attack in Moscow that killed 35 people. Working in the media industry, I’m surrounded by devastating information of this kind on nearly a daily basis.
I still love to pore over this type of sugary pseudo news, but my job no longer allows me to bury my head in the mineral makeup.
I am forced to face the reports of missing children, tragic car accidents, and, like today, terrorist attacks. Every time I hear of an event like this, I find myself feeling guilty for continuing to drive to work, making a phone call or picking up dry cleaning. Going about my daily routine seems selfish when so many people are suffering.
Just as I got to work and was feeling this familiar guilt, I was reminded of video that was also brought to my attention because of my job.