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Lance asked me once if I would be willing to shave all my hair off*. I was talking about how my bald spots aren't obvious to anyone who doesn't know and so it doesn't bother me all the time, but that it was always in the back of my mind. While walking in a sharp wind, for example. What he meant was that maybe if I took control of the hair loss I could come to terms with it.
I don't trust existentialists, but I did need a haircut.
I've been having small calm moments lately in my new place. Realizing in very small moments that maybe I can trust my own abilities, even for things that I haven't practiced and polished is...nice. And relaxing enough to know that even if I do screw up, it's probably not the end of the world is also delicious.
So after a hot shower today I took my sharpest pair of scissors and took an inch off around the sides. It looks good, if a little crooked**. Not perfect but mine, yanno?
*The answer to that question is always hell no.
**But that's ok. 'Cause I'm also generally good, but a little crooked.
I don't trust existentialists, but I did need a haircut.
I've been having small calm moments lately in my new place. Realizing in very small moments that maybe I can trust my own abilities, even for things that I haven't practiced and polished is...nice. And relaxing enough to know that even if I do screw up, it's probably not the end of the world is also delicious.
So after a hot shower today I took my sharpest pair of scissors and took an inch off around the sides. It looks good, if a little crooked**. Not perfect but mine, yanno?
*The answer to that question is always hell no.
**But that's ok. 'Cause I'm also generally good, but a little crooked.