I finally caved and had my hair cut today. My attention was elsewhere for a long time, so I let my hair just go its merry way, and finally it looked ready for a change. It was pretty long, so I took a look online to see if any organizations took long hair donations. I found that places take donations of hair at least ten inches long, as long as it is not grey or color treated. Bummer. Mine might have made a beard for a greying blonde dude with no prominent chin, but that would be about all.
My hair stylist took the time to review my hair and how I wear it, then decided to take some off and see how it would bounce back with the natural wave some hair angel on high mercifully endowed me with after my high school poker straight hair years. I knew I had the right person for the job, as she got the length just right on the first cut, and my hair sprang up as if somebody had just taken ten pound weights off the end of each strand. A few layering cuts and a blow dry later, and I became a new woman.
It’s amazing how a good cut can exorcise a ton of depression from the soul, renew the spirit and put a few extra uses into your shampoo bottle. The best part will be when I wash and dry my new do for the first time and enjoy the speed and ease of the process. I won’t have to blow dry with my deafening blow dryer. I won’t have to struggle with a curling iron. A little mousse and a few minutes in the extreme northeastern heat, and I’ll be ready for anything.
One thing I haven’t done is step onto the scale yet to see if I lost any weight taking all that hair off. It already feels as if my head is lighter than before, and it is my intention to keep my hair in good shape from now on. That will go with the rest of me as I embark on exercise and some better eating habits. When you’re getting back to directing more attention to your own needs, each step in the process comes in its own time, and for this I decided to start at the top.
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