It has been a while since my last haircut. For the record, I’ve never been a person who cut their hair at regular intervals. I also don’t put color in my hair, so my trips to the salon are infrequent. But as the weather turned colder and my hair grew longer, I felt it was time to take a few inches off—literally and figuratively.
I usually ask for the same thing each time I go to the salon—a straight cut that falls just below my shoulders with angles in the front. By now, I trust my hairdresser and usually let her take the shears and cut as she sees fit (she has yet to disappoint). As long as my hair still has enough length to pull back during workouts, I’m happy.
But this year, cutting my hair felt a little more symbolic than it has in the past. I always try to get a cut around my birthday—a new ‘do to mark another year. But with everything I have going on this year, it wasn’t possible. So, I waited. And the more I waited, the longer it grew, and the harder it got to manage and deal with when tying it back at the nursing home.
In the end, I took a few inches off, and my hair instantly thanked me. In just an hour, my hair was transformed and looked noticeably healthier and fuller. Getting my hair cut reminded me not only of the importance of taking care of yourself, but also of what happens when you take even a little weight off. Whether it’s hair or stress that needs to go, the results are similar—you feel better, lighter, and in some cases, like a new you. That’s certainly what happened to me, and I’m grateful for the feeling—and the new ‘do.
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