Fresh cut

The other day a woman in a coffee shop told me that she liked my hair. I smiled at her but I also smiled to myself because earlier that day I’d been cursing my hair. It’s been falling out, you see, and I’ve been down about it.

But–the fact that my hair is falling out is the reason I recently cut it short. And it’s the reason I’ve been able to hand over a pair of clippers to various friends and say, “Just do whatever you think looks good I don’t care anymore.” And now I’m at coffeeshops getting compliments on my fresh cut.

And it makes me wonder how often we see another’s strength unaware that it’s been built from weakness.

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