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You Cut Your Hair!

People who know me well and see me in person enough will occasionally notice, “you cut your hair!”

About 1-2 times a year I cut my hair. I say cut, because the health of my hair determines the amount of the chop. To an outsider my hair may appear long and healthy. But during moments of rumination the ends of my hair easily separate and pull out into my hands. The outsider wouldn’t know, but little weaknesses are visible to me in the locs. When I am thinking a lot, my fingers quickly break through the hair frailties leaving me with a chunk in my hand. Kind of gross right? My fingers don’t cause the fault in the locs, neither do my eyes. The loc is already failing. I just have a choice of whether to acknowledge it or not. When I notice a pattern that it is loc after loc that I am pulling apart, I have to make a decision: to cut or not to cut?

Many times in our lives we are choosing to withhold the cut. We love the appearance and so we sacrifice the health… appearance is so valuable to us we shrug off being unhealthy.  

Video of My Hair


 

What do you need to cut? I didn’t just need to cut my hair! 





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