I’m fast approaching the anniversary of my haircut date.
I don’t normally cut my hair on the same day each year, but when I’m confronted with certain situations and decisions to make, I give the idea of letting my crown down some thought.
My last haircut was in May 2014, I let go as a sign of self reaching a milestone (by age);
I let go so I could redirect my thoughts to my academics more than my surroundings;
I let go so I could learn to be content with myself in my most natural state;
I let go so I could save some money!
I look back and I’m happy with the decision I made. In fact, I want to do it again!
I have done more than let go of my hair the past year; I let go of some people in my life so I could find my standpoint.
I let go of some comfortable spaces and surroundings in the name of achieving my short term goals and learning to live again.
But I also let go of me…
Yes, I let myself go too far and lost my way in the process.
I let my thoughts wonder with me and found myself living in my own world.
I let go of my spirit and found myself complacement with just about everything.
I let go of things I held dear to my heart, some of which I still yearn for.
I’ve made sacrifices but calculated their opportunity cost…
I don’t believe a hairstyle directs my life, but I do believe that I go in the direction of the things I set my mind on.
It is for this reason that I have decided to keep my hair, and make a decision to learn to keep some fundamental principles that I learned and unlearned in the course of life.