Haircuts

I have curly hair. I hated it when I was young. I begged my Mom to let me cut it. She gave in. I had a demimexiafro in the 70's. 

I have had all hair lengths and some crazy hairstyles along the way. If there had been the kind of hair product there is now, maybe someone wouldn't have told me I had Pauly Shore hair. (rude) I can laugh now...just a little.

Today, I let go of a little bit of length.  I've been evolving in these past few months. Letting go of things here and there. Letting go of past hurts. Letting go of feeling like I am in control. Letting go of things that have sat idly in boxes.

It was a scary. The stylist said, "If I had free reign, this is what I would do, and this is why." I said, "Let's do it." Imagine that. Allowing someone with the skill and expertise to get into my hair and cut away all the excess, all the weight, all the fuss. It was liberating. It was symbolic.

I have some things going on in my life. I will need courage, I will need faith, I will need strength.  My Mom has cancer again. The last thing I need is excess, weight, and fuss holding me down. I have a son who has been battling a health condition for the past 2 years. 2 years. I have a marriage that needs some attention. I have 2 other children that need me. I need to be more of me, the girl with dreams, ideals, and passion. Not the girl who survives her life day to day. Life is complicated and sometimes hard. I get that, i'm living it. I'm ready to be present again. 

Today I started with a haircut.