A MISSING LINK

"She hasn't got it all figured out...far from it, in fact.
But she loves God and she loves to dance... and she's her own "Better Half" .
The bravest woman I know?
She is the reason I do what I do.
She is The Single Woman.
She's me... and she's you."
                      - Mandy Hale

Having woken up in messed-up tresses, she reached for her purple comb. It was tideous, yeah - brushing away the tangled hair. Introspection sat beside her, cross-legged. Pointing out towards one of the tangles, she let out a chuckle, "My! My! My! Don't you think that resembles your state of existence?"

She rolled her eyes, ignored her and continued with her combing regime. Her thoughts wandered back to her biology class - The Neanderthal Man. And she distinctly remembered the term 'Missing link' coined by Darwin's mentor Charles Lyell. A missing link would possess the  in-between evolutionary properties of both the ancestors' original traits and the traits of the evolved descendants, hence showing a clear connection between the two. 

Right now, she believed she was that 'missing link' in her story that people may only get to hear about some day. An evolutionary work in progress. There's nothing more breathtaking than a woman who is complete in herself, for herself and by herself. And her search for that perfect 'completeness' had defied logic at times. You've got to die in order to give rise to a new. A fossil is always read backwards.  Today she was already somewhere she'd once been told not to venture into. Tomorrow she'd be somewhere else digging another fossil of hers, mentioning yet another 'missing link' they could never see in time. So what if it left her hair with a few tangles and her closet a little unkempt? There's a Nirvana in writing a legend where 'She' is the hero.

She finally rolled up her untangled tresses into a bun and thought to herself, "Mirror! Mirror! On the wall! Who's the bravest of them all?" And her day kicked off.