I’ve trimmed and colored my own hair for at least the last five years. But about a week ago I decided it was time for a new look. Now I wouldn’t dare cut my own hair or drastically change the color on my own so I made an appointment at a local hair salon.
I went to the appointment with the intentions of cutting my hair into a short style and getting a lighter color. I had pictures as examples and everything. But as I sat in the chair and the stylist asked me what I would like I found myself shying away from my intentions. I have never intentionally cut my hair.
Never.
She did an initial trim and style, but as I stared in the mirror I knew it wasn’t right. I wanted new hair… a drastic change that reflected the internal change I’d experienced. But getting that new hair meant doing something I’ve never done before. Something outside of my comfort zone. As the stylist stood waiting for my decision, I felt my heart start to race. It was like I couldn’t breathe. I closed my eyes and said “okay no shaving, but cut away”. I watched as the hair fell to the floor. There might have been a tear or two But with each sound of the scissors the fear eased and my breathing settled. And, when it was over, I felt amazing! I LOVE the color and the style is perfect.
Change is rarely easy, but you can’t grow without it. You have to jump off the ledge if you want to learn how to fly!
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