Nearly 10 years ago I was few months into my career when I hit a wall. Due to some circumstances in my life at the time, I fell into a deep depression. And unlike the other low points in life I had experienced, this was not something I could will into being; my hard work and effort were not going to change the situation or make it better. That was a hard pill to swallow.
As a person of action, I needed to do something. Anything. So I cut off my long hair to just below my ears. I had never had my wavy hair that short before. It was liberating.
It was also a bad decision. My hair has a mind of it’s own; the right side does something completely different from the left side and without spending an hour on my hair every morning, it was a mess until it grew out. Lesson learned. Also, a boy I was with at the time said I looked best with long hair. I’ve been growing out my hair ever since.
Right now, my hair is the longest it’s ever been: a few inches below my bra strap. It’s beautiful, long, wavy, thick – which can also be fun when you live in a very humid place such as eastern North Carolina. With all the trouble I’ve been facing as of late, I have decided to cut if off, so it falls just below my shoulders.
My original plan was to grow it out to my “terminal length” – where I am genetically programmed to stop. I’m not going to make it. My hair is constantly up in a very messy bun at work (I also lack the girl skills of doing my hair and making it look good). I tried it 1/2 up, 1/2 down, but ended up putting it all up because it interfered with a common task I do that would involve getting biohazardous waste in my hair. Not cool. It’s getting harder to brush because it’s actually longer than the reach of my arms. I’m ready for something different.
It’s a combination of lifestyle factors, the want of something new, and a physical way to lighten the yoke.
I have this feeling it’s right before dawn again my life: I just don’t know what’s next….morning or mourning. Either way, I’m prepared.