Oh when I put on my Supermom Jeans I felt powerful and energetic. After cutting my hair I felt like a brand-new woman!!! The tresses had to go. I haven't had a proper haircut in two years, maybe a quick trim - two at the most. That's a lot of time and a lot of damaged hair that held too many stresses. My hair was the longest it had ever been. As a society I believe we have taught many people that long hair usually equals a pretty factor. That there is pride in our locks and it shows we have willpower and patience to grow out our hair. Or people like me who just don't get around to the hairdresser. Believe me this haircut is long overdue and been on the to-do list for at least six months. My poor fantastic hubby patiently listened to every one of my complaints, whines, outbursts about this too long of hair. He listened as I yakked about how I pulled my hair (accidentally) and my son pulled on my hair (for sport), how the chairs would tug my hair and I would wake-up with headaches as I continually gave myself whiplash as I would roll over my hair and then try to pull my head up. Argh! And finally it was time. I called, I made an appointment and slashed it off my to do list. The stylist cut my hair within five minutes of my arrival and as soon as that scissor snipped my hair - angels sang and I smiled the mega-watt smile.
Because it wasn't just hair she cut. She helped my de-stress the tresses. That hair held heartache and worry as I would run my hands through my hair as I sang and whispered to my son in the NICU so many months ago. Those abandoned strands held pain and frustration as I tugged it into a messy bun after my hair being pulled yet again by one of the many sources. Those locks were loaded with guilt as I hid my face behind them in hopes to fade away from the world. There were some dark moments these last two years and those hairs held every memory of sadness, every second of anger, and every instance of worry. It held no joy because I keep that in my heart :) But the tresses were stressed and therefore became more stress.
Last night I slept like a baby as I drifted into the land of slumber roughly nine o'clock. Which is crazy unheard of behavior from me. Which meant I woke up early with energy. Not anger or frustration at the early rising but well rested and headache free. I was able to be at my daily goal of seven thousand steps before ten am as I had a work-out with the Bollywood Burn (newest dvd from the library ) and yes it did burn. I haven't worked-out besides walking in far too long of time. Good time to mix things up since I was a brand new me :) Then unto a walk with one of my favorite guys and canine :) Then for an encore this afternoon I was back to raking. I did a small section with my supermom jeans but without my stressful tresses I was able to conquer 2/3 of the yard. Yay!
Hair does tell a story. I love how a seasoned hair stylist can read your lifestyle by the state of your tresses. As we were deciding on cut and color (as I felt two years without a haircut meant there was room to splurge :) my stylist mentioned how I could pull off a lighter blonde as I had light hair as a kid. I did. But I thought that shade was long gone but she knew. She could tell how many countless tugs of ponytails and buns my hair experienced. But my hair was telling a different story that I no longer wanted to co-author. My tresses were displaying all my stresses and resentment and hurt and on and on. But these days I have a pep to my step and a sappy to my happy :) It was time to share that story with the world. Thank you tresses for being a long for the ride - but in the nicest way possible - GOOD RIDDANCE!
May your HealthFULL Journey eliminate the stresses, polish the tresses, and make you feel like a more joyful energized brand new version of yourself. 'Til we meet again. . .
Love it. :)
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