It’s just hair
I don’t know why we make such a big deal about hair. So, it frames our face. So what? And why all the countless hours, and money, spent on curling, smoothing, straightening, coloring, styling, cutting, combing, brushing, cussing, fussing, ranting, raving, and crying about it? Ugh! And then, ugh again.
I wonder how many of us would love to shave our head and start fresh and new again as when we were babies?
Well, when my son’s girlfriend recently suggested I explore the freedom of a shaved head, I asked myself that question and more! I considered my dear friends going through cancer treatments who had lost their hair. I remembered my desire to shave my head in support—but that I had chickened out. After all, I had been growing my hair long for about the last 5 years and it was below my bra strap in the back. Could I part with it?
The last time my hair had been really short was July 2015, after I had asked my amazing stylist friend, Yu-Lee, to cut off all the blonde from when a previous stylist had left the bleach on my hair for too long and fried it.
But, let me back up a bit.
Before a one time stylist in Clermont, Florida fried my hair white, I had grown my hair quite long in the late 2000s to donate 11 inches of hair to Locks of Love. And I loved the cute style my long-time stylist, Lisa, had given me.
I wore my hair short for awhile and really enjoyed the ease of it. It was so manageable and I didn’t have to struggle with tangles. Easy breezy!
At one point, I asked Yu-Lee if she did hair extensions. She explained how extensions worked, but said, “The best way to get long hair, is to stop having it cut.” And that is exactly what I did. Not because I didn’t love seeing her once or twice a year, but because we moved and I couldn’t find an expert curly hair stylist! As well, I was “busy-busy,” seemingly all the time.
During the time that I worked in an office environment, I would see Yu-Lee for my hairstyle reshaping. Plus, we had become friends BEFORE she started her hair business in St. Pete and I genuinely enjoyed our meaningful conversations and time together.
Then, my world changed. My mom passed away.
By the time we went on our Sacred Celtic Journey (which I had paid for and was planning on going on for nearly a year), my dad passed away and when I look at my face here, I see my grief. I felt such a powerful presence at Stonehenge though. I was overwhelmed with emotion and raw, deep, feelings. I could have cared less about my hair, that’s for damn sure.
And now? As of April 18, 2020…
The new life begins:
It’s just hair. It will grow back.
Peace. Out. ❤️😘
P.S. – After a sister bestie wrote me a message about loving this article, I replied to her: I hope to inspire and empower women—though I am not exactly sure why. I guess because my mom always wanted to be more for my dad, and didn’t see her own beauty. I had a low self esteem/image most of my life. And we all know the problems that can cause. 😘