A few years ago a friend looked me right in the eye. "I want to tell you something," she said. "I want to tell you what your thing is."
"Um," I said. "My thing…?" "Yes. Everyone has a thing standing in your way, stopping you, that everyone can see but you. And you need someone in your life who's honest enough to tell you what it is. I want to do that for you." "Yes!"I said. "Please do."
My friend nodded. She took a breath, and then she told me, "Bonnie, stop fucking with your hair and get a boyfriend with a job."