New haircut, new me

The buzz of the clippers masked the other customers' conversation as I sat in the chair at the barbershop. I kept a close eye on the barber as he skillfully cut my long hair into a smooth, low cut while I observed in the mirror. I felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders with each pass of the clippers, both physically and metaphorically. It was a symbolic moment, letting go of the past to welcome the present.

I couldn't resist feeling the freshly cut hair with my hand while the barber was finishing up. At first, it felt weird since it was so unlike anything I was used to, but there was also a liberating quality about it. I felt a rush of confidence come over me as I paid the barber and ventured out onto the busy street. It seemed as though I had let go of previous uncertainties and fears along with my hair.

I couldn't help but notice the looks people gave me as I walked home. While some expressed astonishment and others curiosity, I maintained my composure and smiled slightly. It was wonderful to reject expectations and welcome change without hesitation. I felt like the finest version of myself, free from expectations and conventions from society, with every step.

When I opened the door after returning home, my living room's well-known sights and sounds welcomed me. However, there was a noticeable difference, like though energy was popping in the air. I couldn't help but smile when I saw myself in the corridor mirror. The individual gazing back at me was unfamiliar, but at the same time, incredibly recognizable. It was me, but a brave, fearless me willing to accept change and venture into what lay ahead. And even as I stood there, I knew that I was prepared to take on whatever lay ahead of me.