Hair is part of us, it tells our stories of who we are; as much as it defines and categorizes who we are - it contains our history. We style it to make it who we would like to be, or how we would like to be perceived as. Sometimes life brings about changes which we have no control over - that effect our hair. Life changes such as gray hair can either be accepted, or rejected with the use of dye. As spoken about earlier, I've chosen the former. More drastic changes are due to chemotherapy. I have seen the profound effects this can have on one's self-image, no longer in control over an important aspect of how one is perceived by the outside world. Seeing a co-worker a few years ago go through the process was a huge wake up call to me as to how short and precious life is, and was among the many things that happened to me in a short period of time that became my impetus for going back to school - and I decided it would be the perfect time to grown my hair in honor of her.
After presenting my thesis on Saturday a friend said that I needed a Summer haircut, I thought about it, and thought she might be right, and when I went on-line to remember the donation guidelines, it said no more than 5% gray - and I thought, 'I better do this now', I'm well on my way to 5%, if not there already. I called the best kept secret in New York, Seiji, who works at the mid-town location of Hairmates who was available the next day He helped me to not only have a new do and give a big donation to someone, but he helped me to metaphorically, and physically, cut out the parts of my life that I no longer need and forge ahead with a new future - all fresh and willing to start growing in a new direction.