haircut

I got a very short hair cut today.
My hair was so damaged and beyond repair that the hairdresser was perplexed to do anything with it. It seemed like the only way was to cut it off.

I don't know what got into me but I agreed on chopping it all off. My hair - my favorite thing, that carried all my memories, growth and pain in the past year. My long big curls he loved. I was ready to let it go.

As I sat there watching my hair being chopped off, I realised that somethings are just beyond repair. Somethings are just so damaged, that the only way to move forward is to cut it off and start anew. That seemed like the most logical and reasonable way. Somethings are just like that. And I don't have to try so hard to put it together or be disappointed that I couldn't fix it.

So there, I did it. I fully went to the every extent that I could think of to let it go, to start again, short, humble, less, empty. My hair, my attachment, my comfort, my love.
After the cut, I looked at myself in the mirror, and it felt so unfamiliar. It was light, it was different, it felt cut (duh!).

Not bad, I thought to myself. I cant say it’s my favorite style but hey, its all about embracing the change isn't it? If you are going into a new season, you might as well embrace it huh?

It is a new season indeed, it’s a new place, you know it right?
And Jihyo, it ain’t that bad really...
It’s not bad at all....