I had my hair cut today.
Actually, I had a whole lot of my hairs cut today… and voluntarily.
I’m extremely pleased with the result, though it somewhat freaks me out a bit… as though the person I see in the mirror is someone else from the person I saw every time before this evening.
The whole goal to the haircut was to step closer still to the person I want and long to be… and every time I take those steps, then tend to be quite scary… the fear of failure – and various tangents off of it, too – always makes me feel a bit wobbly as I take these steps, though they usually gain solid ground and confidence rather quickly once I actually take them.
So, with the hair, I’m still a bit wobbly on my feet, so to speak, but I am finding the ground to be increasingly solid and stationary, the more I allow myself to experience the panic and discomfort, and, therefore, to let it go.
And no, this is not over just a little haircut, just so you know – this was my hair this morning:
and this was the floor* after the haircut:
*Including the 18-inch section that I set down for the photo; hair that I am donating for wigs for cancer patients (yet again)
And my hair is not very thick, mind you… that’s a pile of an additional four and a half inches that came off after I relaxed a bit about it all, and I was ready for the real haircut and style to happen. π
That’s 22 and a half inches of hair for the longest parts, with the bulk of it being around 20 and a half inches long…
Kind of crazy, huh?
Post-a-day 2019
