I woke up one day last week and decided it was time. Somehow it didn’t feel right anymore, and though it has been a year with nothing more than trims, at this point there was no benefit to it hanging around any longer.
Saturday I cut my hair.
As the last week of the first year is about to come to a close, it seems to be the perfect time to cut my hair. A new look, a fresh start and there is something very empowering about cutting all your hair off, well most of it anyway. I am also very proud of the fact that one of the reasons I wanted to cut it is because longer hair is a pain to deal with when I run. Now, there is something I NEVER thought I would say a year ago!
Throughout my life as I have struggled with my weight, it is so interesting to me how important my hair became. It is one of the few parts of my body I did not strain, stretch or harm beyond repair. There was never any judgement, well maybe a little judgement especially the mullet I sported in 7th grade but never was my hair too fat to fit into designer clothes, or the desk I was assigned for English class, it did not get stuck in turnstiles or cause me to stay indoors ashamed of who I had become. No, my hair has been good to me through the years and at times probably the only part of myself I was actually proud of.
Saturday my stylist and dear friend Douglas patiently helped me make the decision to cut my hair short, then went to work on clearing the path so I could take another step forward. I love my new cut, I love that it was done by someone who makes me feel like a million bucks each and every time I come to see him. I love that when I run now I feel free, I feel lighter and yes, I even feel faster than ever before.