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“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” -Coco Chanel

It’s been five months since my last blog, and in that time, I’ve… stopped eating meat, cut all my hair off, resumed eating meat, quit my job, changed Muber vehicles, and hung Christmas lights. Whewww. You’re all caught up :)

“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” -Coco Chanel

My mane, like for many other black women, is a labor of love that was cultivated through my upbringing. I can remember being a little girl, waiting my turn for Sheila to press my hair in the kitchen. Easter, Christmas, and every other special day meant nice hair and pretty dresses. When you look good, you feel good, and I come from a long line of good feeling women!

Naturally, that same hair energy stayed with me through adulthood. Sure, it’s never-ending maintenance and a lifetime financial commitment, but when you look good, you feel good, right? Well, for me, looking good meant that my hair was relaxed straight, my edges were laid, and my ends were neatly cut into an inverted bob. Oooooh THAT feels so good. That is... until it rains, you work out, or you fall asleep without adequate preparation. “It’s the price of beauty”, the elders would say.

Then the pandemic hit. The kids were home all day, every day for virtual learning. I was working full time as an ER nurse in Covid craziness. My husband was nearly furloughed from his government job. My mute two year old finally started speech therapy… but, on Zoom. And in the blink of an eye, every household bill seemingly doubled. EVERYTHING was out of control!

Coco is right. At the point in which a woman cuts her hair, she liberates herself from what used to be. She redefines a new normal. She draws a line in the sand and boldly marches across. “Life HAS changed”, she exclaims, smirking as she glances back over her shoulder. That was July 20th.

“New me” holds my head under the shower everyday, cleansing the day’s dirt from head to toe. I haven’t thought about straight hair or split ends in months, and when it rains… I just casually walk to my car. I’ve decided, from now on, when life’s scales are unbalanced, and when I start towing the line between sanity and psycho… I will pick up something really heavy and throw it overboard. Goodbye.

And that brings me to the next quote…

“A woman who quits her job is sick of muther f*ckers.” -DeLea Jacobs

That’s a blog for a different day.

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