Lopped Off the Dead Weight

I was in desperate need of a haircut. I felt like I had a bird’s nest sitting on top of my head that Smokey the Bear would have deemed as a fire hazard. It happened to be the day of birthday gathering too…so I called it myΒ  birthday haircut just for the hell of it. I did my research the night before and found some photos to share with my stylist who’s been cutting my hair for the past 3 years. I have 3 ‘doctors” in my life that I can’t live without and am grateful that each one of them for being good at their jobs: my car doctor, my hair doctor, and of course my medical doctor.

I showed her photos of the kind of look and feel I wanted and she knew exactly what to do. How had I been carrying all that weight on my head?!

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