Viva

It’s funny how an everyday activity can become a waymark for your journey. I got my hair cut today. As usual it took me forever to decide what I wanted. But unlike past experiences I picked what I liked this time without getting buy in from 25 of my friends. I chose something appealing, updated my wife so she knew what was coming and then went for it.

I was also pleasantly surprised when I got there to discover I am now confident enough to put the brakes on the hairdresser. In the past I might have just sat there and streamed a creative line of cuss words through my head. Today I asked for better blending on my bangs and questioned where the shave met my longer hair. It was positively empowering to work it through and come out with a cut I liked. Although I am not shy, in the beauty arena the lion in me has been known to turn into an ostrich.

In a society where so much regret over lost youth constantly assails me, I am refreshed and invigorated by my day. I chose my gray hairs as my highlight color and I am not afraid to voice my choices in this arena. Viva la mature!