Today, I drove up to Mt. Washington and the Lady Lodge with a clean head of hair and a healthy sense of adventure. After introducing me to the cat, Bethany prepped her station and asked me how I wanted her to cut my hair. I told her I was ready for some change, but wasn't sure exactly what I wanted. We settled on trimming it to a little past my shoulders. As she ran her shears through the top of my braid, I felt the loss of what was and caught a glimpse of what's to come. She worked and worked and we talked and talked of everything from angbao to meditation to knitting and to our shared habit of clenching our jaws during times of stress and anxiety. I was relaxed. After about an hour, she paused and stood in front of me, flipping the front pieces of my hair. "Can I do what I want to do? I'm trying to help you look like the best version of yourself, and this is what'll do it." I told her I trusted her and she went in with her razor as my jaw tensed. Two hours later, I had an asymmetrical bob and couldn't have been happier with the results.
"From what you were telling me about yourself, I knew that you wanted this, but you were too scared to do it. So I just forced it on you. I hope you're okay with that." Fuck yeah, b. I'm totally cool with that. My hair loves you.
Sometimes, we don't do what we really want in life because we're scared or unsure of how it'll affect the future. Sometimes, we need a little push in the right direction from outside forces. Most of the time, the decision is ours and ours alone, and we can't rely on those outside forces to help us along. I'm here to tell you that even with something as simple as a haircut (which, come on girls, isn't really "simple"), find something you like and do it/go for it/get it, *especially* if you're going to change your mind about it a week later. Every experience has the potential to teach you something about yourself.
Why put it off any longer? Life is short and we've been giving way too many shits about the little things.
