I Cut My Hair

I had just gone to the stylist this last week and was proud of my hair having grown suddenly (for me) to halfway down my back over this last year.

But, after this last session, something bothered me. It didn’t feel quite like me anymore, though I remembered how enthralled I had been at its sudden growth spurt as if trying to show we could compete after a man I had liked got a new girlfriend

My hair floated around me as if I were an enchantress in some hidden forest, and I had enjoyed the effect – but for some reason, I was itching to be set free.

So this morning, I got out my flat and texture scissors and cut it back, slowly, until it was returned to its usual positioning, just at mid shoulder level.

It looks and moves better…it flows with me.

I feel lighter and imbued with candid authenticity.