It has been done!
At long last and a little sooner than expected, my long locks have been cut. The dead weight is gone and I’m sitting writing to you now with a lighter head and a ponytail downstairs in my bedroom. I wrote to you recently in a post titled, “Here’s a Theory…“, and in it, I explained what Minimalism has come to mean to me and why I decided to cut five years worth of hair growth from my life. Yeah, I know, FIVE YEARS of hair growth gone in the snip of a pair of scissors.
I can say this:
It was a terrifying and exhilarating experience to be rid of so much hair that took so much time to get. But I would do it all over again. And again after that. Sure, it hasn’t really “changed” me. I haven’t become a “new person” or any bullcrap like that. I’m still me; still giggly, happy, weird, wonderful, binge-watcher Phoebe. Only with shorter hair now. But I do feel better. I feel good about myself. I feel a little punk rock too now that I can shake my hair around like some bass guitar player.
It was quite a shock, watching the hairdresser cut so much away in so little time. A quick flicker of “Yowza! what have I done to my beautiful hair?” flashed across my mind before I said what the 11th Doctor Who would (“Geronimo!“) and the end product was just what I needed and more. It definitely felt like diving into the unknown, because I had no idea what I would look like with short hair. And one only knows once they’ve tried. I felt badass. I still feel badass.
I am just happy to be me. Maybe a little happier…
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