Catching myself in the mirror I see a swish of mane... followed by a coy smile and a thoughtful sigh
At last here she goes (grows)... Does this mean I am back?
March 2010 It is my first morning back in NY, following an awful visit to Denver that stumped my path. I am sitting in the kitchen at my friends app, we are both exhausted through lack of sleep. I have given up on keeping things in and I am sobbing sans arrêt. Ali has taken on the role of carer, and is making sure I eat, spreading jam on muffins and forcing them into my hand, followed by fresh coffee and lots of water.
This is the one and only time that I decide to take a xanex, infact it wasn't one is was half. I was in such a state of shock following the news that I had to leave that my rising fears and panic needed some cushioning. Once my food was digested, I slipped the half and happily went along with the wave of calm that followed. Ali tells me we need to get out and go somewhere, get some fresh air, a change of scenary... And suggests why don't you call Johnny?
I call jonny and tell him I'm leaving in a week. He tells me to come straight to the salon "Let's cut it all off"
At this point, this is the only thing that makes sense. My sadness has been muffled and I am walking on air, Ali and I leave Brooklyn and head to Maddison Avenue and here's what happens:
My hair had been long for years and years and that was how I liked it. However, I knew that things were about to change and I needed something drastic to match. I didn't want to look in the mirror and see the same girl.
My Britney Spears moment had me chopping off all the dead-weight, beginning a new path as a new me, I knew that this short hair was temporary and hoped that my changing circumstances would be to.
I am happy to see that my hair is getting longer and I am feeling more like my old self. I hope that by the time it is back to its original length I will be back also.