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Friday, January 14, 2011

That day something amazing happened. I walked into a hair salon and got my hair cut. Now, I'm not talking about trimming it a few inches. I mean, cut a bunch of it off and in a totally different style. Every time the lady asked, "Do you like it like this, or do you want to go shorter/different/whatever", I answered, "Do whatever you want."

That short sentence, folks, is the reason I feel my haircut is blog-worthy. Now granted, I don't exactly write about the most profound things ever thought up, but for me, this was a big deal.

I have big-time control issues. I don't like letting other people have control or say over me or my life. Frankly, it's because I don't trust them as far as I can throw them, and if you have ever seen my try and throw a baseball, you'll know that throwing isn't exactly my talent. The idea of letting over people have any part of me in their hands is terrifying to me. It's why I can't watch the road when someone other than me is driving the car I'm riding in. My hair being long has been sort of a way for me to convince myself that I have control over something in my life. But Friday, sitting in that chair, I just let go and let her do whatever she wanted, and it was great. I love my hair.

Now I'm not saying that tomorrow I'll be fine with driving on the interstate sitting in the passenger seat of a total stranger, but I think I'm moving in the correct direction. Sometimes you just have to let go. Sometimes you just have to trust. Even though my fingers rebel at typing that, I believe that is true. I know that I must start to actually trust others.