the mop has been chopped


for all the griping and whining i did about my hair over the last 22 months or so, i never really thought about the why of it. to me, it was a given that i would donate the hair when it was long enough to be done so. that wasn't a goal, it was simply an end to a means. i made the promise to donate it simply so i could convince myself not to cut it any shorter and actually try to grow it out past my chin. by promising it away, i could make the case not to cut it because it was no longer mine.
i've had so many people tell me what a wonderful thing i was doing. still, though, while thanking them on the outside, on the inside i did a little shrug of the shoulders, like what's the big deal?
i get it now. i don't know what flipped in me, but i get it. maybe it was the realization that not everyone who can do it, actually does. maybe it was my mom's comments, starting out with "i'm proud of you...". maybe it was my aunt, a cancer survivor, who made it a point to speak for all those who had gone through hair-capades due to treatment to give me a genuine thank you. or maybe it was my friend monica, who didn't hesitate for a moment with her resounding "yes" when i suggested 6 months ago that she join me in donating (thanks, moni!). i don't know... but i get it.
current mood: "light-headed"! hahaha