my head is naked.i had the washtenaw ave furniture store impulse... everything must go!
s says, "mama, you feel like a puppy!"
I can drive with the windows down and take off my shirt without getting tangled in anything. I no longer have the giant hank of matted hair at the base of my sweaty neck after a day in the garden.
I feel a little exposed and I'm still not used to the reactions of people who see me for the first time, shorn. I keep mistaking their gasps for horror, and looking around for pools of blood or unfolded laundry or something.
not to seem over-drawn, but, y'know that michaelangelo qoute about how he didn't put david into the block of marble, but just chipped away all the marble that wasn't him? I kind of feel like I just shed a lot of excess baggage. almost like my long hair was a long-term costume.
silly? probably. but an incredibly liberating silly either way.
