Last night, we had a class (on a tangent) about Ayin Hara... I was enthralled by the story the teacher told and thought about how it might apply to my life (as that is the point of seminary lessons). And I did take it to heart regarding a certain area of my life...
But I didn't listen close enough.
After I showered last night, I went to do my hair so I wouldn't have to bother with in the morning and maybe I could sleep late (and I did sleep later then I intended... but at least my hair was done!) As I went to plug in my hair iron, my roommate asked me, "why are you doing your hair every night?" and I, rather annoyed, responded, "why do you do your hair every morning?" To which she replied, "I only do my bangs! You're hair is going to die!" And I, getting really annoyed (she sometimes pushes the wrong buttons), replied "I have been doing my hair every day for the last four years and I still have it!" And then I went to plug in my iron. And if you didn't guess- it blew. Israeli outlets and American plugs don't mesh, and after four years of use, and a few months in Israel, my iron died.
To say that I was humiliated and upset is an understatement. Now, don't start playing the "vanity" card- it has nothing to do with looking good. I can look perfectly fine in curly hair- it's a comfort level. Thankfully, the ayin hara wasn't carried out on my hair, rather on my iron, but the blinking neon sign exploded after that moment. It was a firework display of "Why didn't you listen??? How could you miss the whole point!"
But, in my annoyance, I turned off the tape player in the background and missed my message.
It's crazy sometimes how aware we need to be of our lives... from our waking moments, to before we go to sleep at night, we need to be on constant high alert about the rights and wrongs in our lives... and I missed one... and now I have to pay the price.