Cut it Out

I did something really stupid. After a couple glasses of wine, I examined my split ends in the glare of the bright, white bathroom light. My face pressed against the glass. White dots on the ends of the hair shafts glimmered and emerged as potential prey.

I swiftly opened the vanity drawer, and there they were: the wrapping paper shears. And, like Edward Scissorhands, I vehemently tore into my ends: snip, snip, slash.

Some pieces were tiny, others were long.

When I was finished, what remained/remains on my head is somewhat of a mishmash of layers, almost in the shape of a nuclear cloud. It’s curly on top–with like a rat tail on the bottom. Totally hot.

Yesterday, I went to town cleaning my house. It was as if I’d completed a course on minimalism and applied what I’d learned. Anything I wasn’t using on the regular was disposed of or donated.

What’s necessary remains.

The extra pots and pans? Gone. The pink cray paper and decorations from my daughter’s 12th birthday party? Tossed. I kept memorabilia, like cards the kids made for me. And I organized the fridge, washed and vacuumed the car, and did all the laundry.

I was on fire.

So why was I cutting my hair, tossing my things, purging excess? Something is afoot.

It’s the start of the year, so naturally it seems opportune? But it’s more than that. I’m antsy, ready for fresh and new. I’m like a snake, shedding its skin. This skin is itchy.

I don’t know what’s next, but I can sense something. It’s funny, because I always tell my friends that once every five years, I blow up my life. I just realized, that it’s five years since 2020 when I had my last major shift and re-met my husband, my friend from childhood. This must be my internal clock. DING! Five years is up! Brace yourself! REEEEESET! (FYI-staying married and not moving…just unrest with work, I guess).

I have cut out toxic friends, no longer tolerant of poor behavior and taking emotional blows. SNIP! You’re cut out. There’s no more beds left in my inpatient ward. It is closed for the season.

I can’t wait to see what happens next? I am my own passenger!

WHEE!