Just a Little Off the Top

Posted by jon on December 9, 2009 in family and friends |

Snip, snip, snip. Approximately 7 sec and it was over.  She was afraid it wasn’t going to be enough but I had come this far and there was no turning back now. We did it. I’m glad I had a friend with me, it made sure I would be too 100_0471editembarrassed to cry.

No more ponytail, no more hair ties, no more…

That’s right; I went in and cut my hair today (Yes, that was a lot of build up for that, thank you). It’s been coming on for a while now, but I just crossed the 10 inch mark Locks of Love requires for a donation. There was a lot of flip flopping on my part. Part of me was ready to just do it and get it over with, but on the other hand its not exactly a decision that is quickly reversed. I finally decided that I would cut it when it was long enough to donate to Locks of Love.

For those of you that may not know, Locks of Love is a great organization that provides hair pieces to kids suffering from long-term medical hair loss. Their goal is to help sick restore a little bit of normalcy to their lives. I highly recommend them to anyone interested.

100_0486-splitWhen I first got in the chair the very nice stylist was patient with me in my last minute cold feet, but as she measured she was concerned that I might not have enough hair. She was afraid she’d have to cut it too close to get the full 10 inches. But I was in the chair now. No turning back. “Just do it” I mumbled to her. I was glad my friend Bekah came with (the same Bekah who made a midnight run to Wal-Mart the last time I had a hair related saga). She dutifully took pictures and attempted to distract me. 20 min later it was over. I had my new dew and a baggy with a long use-to-be-attached ponytail in it.

Hair grows back (most of the time, now a little more slowly and thinner than it use to), and in the grand scheme of things it’s not that big a deal. I don’t mean to be overly nostalgic or anything. I just wonder if I’ve now crossed some line, 100_0486and if I did am I ok with that. I’m beginning to think I’m developing multiple personalities. My students constantly remind me, both verbally and with our increasingly differing world views, that I’m not a kid, but at the same time I don’t feel like an adult. I’m stunned very time people ask me a question expecting direction. I’m even more surprised to hear that I have an answer. Its good to know though when I feel the weight of age pressing down I can remind myself that I happily watch Phineas and Ferb on the Disney channel, by myself.  God is Everywhere.




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