I once read that you carry the memory and knowledge of your life’s journey in your hair. Up until recently, I had the journey of 1,865 days in my hair.
I sat in the salon chair with the stylist standing behind me, her left hand holding the 12-inch ponytail, her right hand holding the scissors, poised just above the hair-tie. She asked one more time, “Are you ready?” I answered without hesitation, “Yes”. This journey was over and I was ready to release the bad and keep the good. As she started to cut, the ponytail fell away and took with it, 1,865 days, two new apartments, one new job, one new car and one new blogging adventure. Tucked inside the layers of that ponytail were lost friendships, new friendships and found friendships all nestled among old loves, new loves and wonderful memories. Wound around each strand was the breeze of five crisp autumns, the sunshine of five summers, the chill of five winters and the magic of getting caught in the rain-showers of five springs.
Looking forward, I’m excited to get started on this next phase of my life – starting a new business, settling into my new home, walking the stepping stones toward my big dreams – it all starts with this first day of my next 1,865 days.