Fun — or not so fun — fact about me: I never do anything perfectly.
My kids will confirm this. Especially my daughter.
Take my hair. I have done everything to it. For decades that meant money, time, and salon appointments I dreaded making. And then I’d obsess over the color, the style, whether it looked right. It was, if I’m honest, a stress I didn’t need.
I’ve thought about going grey for years. I’m not there yet. But then I discovered vegetable dyes — and something clicked. Good enough. And my greys? They’re not a flaw. They’re a record. A tribute to the journey.
Which brings me to Kintsugi.
Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken things with gold. The crack isn’t hidden — it’s honored. The break becomes the most beautiful part of the piece. (We even teach a class on it at BLI.)
So yes. My roots are showing. And I’ve decided they’re golden.
I also don’t iron. I know.
I do my best to look polished — but the wrinkles mean I got a run in that morning, or a phone call with my kids, or a long conversation with my mom. Worth it every single time.
And sometimes my emails have a typo. (I’m working on this one. Slowly.)
Here’s the truth: I am good with all of it.
Because I’ve learned — slowly, imperfectly — that the cracks don’t need to be hidden. They need to be filled with gold.
So I’ll ask you:
What cracks are you trying to hide?
And what would it look like to see them as the most beautiful part of who you are?
— Wendy
