No, Not Me!
I guess, after this entire process, I’ve come to a greater appreciation of what it actually takes to put together a wedding ceremony.
I weighed myself this morning…
As I stood on that scale and realized that I had gained another 5 pounds, and that now I was a healthy 215 pounds, I couldn’t help but think it was finally time. So, I decided to finally cut my hair.
I cut my hair, and it felt awesome, because for the the first time in too many years, I didn’t feel like I needed it.
It had been so long since I’d worn a low fade… at least 6 or 7 years. Illness had made it so that my entire head would break out, and I just didn’t like people looking at it and asking questions, so I decided to grow my hair out.
Sometimes we hide because there doesn’t appear to be another option.
For so many years, I hid behind an afro I really didn’t care for, but was really unable to rid myself of. It really wasn’t until earlier this year when my then girlfriend would tell me that I should begin to take more pride in those aspects of my life, the grooming and clothing departments. It had been so long that I just saw myself as a guy with a ton of crazy, unmanageable hair. But, because of her, I finally decided to see my dermatologist and finally find a solution for things. Sometimes we need people to kick us out of our pseudo-comfort zone.
I feel different. I feel new.
I’ll gladly tell anyone that this has been the best year of my life.
In my year-end assessment, I can’t help but look back and think that this year of change all started one evening when a crazy girl came to my apartment and threw away my favorite sneakers and told me it was time to do things differently.
It feels good to change.
It’s still a long way to go..