Here’s an odd little factoid about my family: my Dad was bald in his early thirties, and so was my brother. Most of the men on my Mother’s side were balding very early on. So, here’s another way I’m a freak of nature, I’ve managed to keep most of my hair up to my early fifties. Recently, it’s decided to let me know it might be time to stop fighting the tide. So I had a conversation with a clipper today.
I did this about ten years ago a little prematurely for a different reason; I just didn’t want to fuck with it. I was also in a weird repentant monk phase of my existence for some reason I can’t remember at the moment. However, it’s true that I feel like I’m about to go through another change; trouble is, I’m not sure where it will take me yet. I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone, but I can tell you that I’ve been a bunch of different people in my life: some good, some not so much. But I know this: every one of those changes was for a reason.
Time to embrace a new lesson, I suppose. My sixhead and I thank you for your patience.