I recently got a somewhat-drastic haircut, and was surprised by just how good it felt.
This wasn’t totally out of the blue. I had thought about cutting my hair super short for a while. I had it short many years ago, but since just before I got really sick I had grown it out, always having it somewhere between chin-length and almost shoulder-length. Recently I wanted to cut it but chickened out. Then a few weeks ago, as I pulled into the parking lot at SuperCuts (an inexpensive chain) it occurred to me that instead of a trim, I could do something different. I sat in the chair and asked the stylist I’d never met before to cut my hair really short. And she did! It came out even shorter than it had been a dozen years ago.
Instead of my haircut, here’s a photo of an adorable furry dog cuddling with me.
I immediately loved it, but it was as I drove home that I questioned why I was downright ecstatic. I mean, it’s just a haircut, right? But it was more than that.
It was me making a conscious choice to change something about my body in a positive way, with no baggage attached. When was the last time I had done that?
Thanks to my chronic illnesses, I so often feel that I don’t have control of my body. A haircut is a small thing, but it’s still a thing I chose to do. And that feels good.
Chronic Rants 
Happy haircut, CR!
I’ve done that a couple of times, too. It’s very satisfying, isn’t it? 🙂
It really is! I’m glad you understand 🙂