Last year I started cutting my own hair. The first time I did it, I felt giddy seeing the bathroom sink overflowing with hair. Sharing my enthusiasm, I asked my husband to come upstairs.
The reaction? Shock, surprise, but ultimately - and thankfully - support. I decided it might be a good time to mention the possibility of shaving my head, but there wasn't as much support for that idea. And, while I'm trying to look less and less in the mirror, he's the one that sees me more and more so I figured it fair enough. Someday, perhaps.
My practice teaches me to embrace my perceptions of imperfection. By building on the compassion I feel, I'm beginning to learn more and more about myself. Living consciously, I have become aware of my judgments. Instead of unconscious acceptance or berating myself for judging, I try to observe my thoughts. Building awareness creates change.
In case you're wondering what precipitated these thoughts, I cut my hair in the shower today. I have no idea how it looks because I haven't looked in the mirror...yet.
