Last weekend I faced another one of those long, drawn out, cyclical internal struggles. It was one I had fought for almost five years.
I got my hair cut.
For most people this is a quarterly event. As my hairdresser informed me, you should get your hair cut every eight to twelve weeks – at least four times a year. Prior to Saturday, I hadn’t had a professional haircut in more than 260 weeks. In the spirit of honesty, I personally cut my hair with kitchen scissors for those 200 plus weeks.
Why would anyone do that? What made me think that cutting my hair with kitchen scissors was a better idea than letting a paid professional cut it? Why was I so scared to visit the salon? I’ll tell you why:
I was afraid a hairdresser would mess up my hair.
CRAZY. I know. How could I have truly thought that someone with years of experience and an arsenal of supplies could mess up my hair more than my at home mirror haircut with scissors that are probably older than I am.
Last weekend I accepted just how crazy I had been, and I embraced this journey I’m on to conquer my fear (of pretty much everything). I took a deep breath, and walked into the salon for a $90 haircut.
I immediately thought that $90 for a haircut was a little excessive. Then I thought if I divided that by the number of haircuts I should have had in the past 5 years it would only be about $4, and I can deal with that.
I kept my eyes closed for the majority of the appointment, and it felt like I held my breath the entire time, but an hour later I walked out of the salon with a real life, adult haircut.
Before and After!
Not only did my head feel 5 inches lighter, but heart felt lighter as well. With every conquered fear I’m learning that life is only as scary as you make it. And while being completely fearless is often crazy, the only thing crazier is living in fear.
My haircut taught me that I have the power to make each new experience less scary than the previous one. And of course, I was reminded of why you should never use kitchen scissors to cut your hair.