There are a lot of wonderful things about a new haircut.
First and foremost, it is so, so, so soft. And manageable, did I mention manageable? For those of you without the blessing/curse of curls, this is a big deal. This is especially true during winter, after a long hiatus from haircuts, and to be honest, all the time.
My hair gets dry. Sahara, Mohave and Negev dry. This, combined with generally high humidity in Tennessee, means that my dry strands that refuse to join their sisters to combine into ringlets become a halo of fuzz. Increasingly this is a pure white halo that belies my age.
When my hair is long, I have a hard time keeping my hands off of it. The most defined and kinkiest curls are oh, so twirlable. It's habit I try to avoid, but as my hair gets shorter, it also gets more touchable. The tangles are gone, the fluff is minimal, and I cannot stop wrapping it around my fingers.
Another thing to love about a new haircut is that is a chance to let go, in a very real sense. It is a physical manifestation of releasing the weight from your shoulders. A tangible weight, in my case that is no longer pulling my neck, no longer getting stuck in my collar, no longer making me look like a curly-headed Cousin It.
I do feel lighter and softer with my new haircut. Then again, it could just be the continuing effects of yesterday's yoga class.
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