Yes, that’s right, it’s gone. Three years of struggle, of heartache, of disappointment, of failing, of feeling left behind, all gone. And along with it, 10 inches of hair.
I feel the shift. My life is turning a page. One chapter is coming to a beautiful conclusion, and the next is opening on the perfect note.We are moving forward to starting our family through adoption. I finally feel peace, real peace.
And so, today they said “you need 10 inches to donate to Locks of Love” (a non-profit that takes hair donations to make wigs for children with cancer). And I said “go for it!” And they did.
In one cut 10 inches of my hair, and the three years I had spent growing that hair, along with the three years I myself had spent growing, left me.
Sometimes we need to be willing to chop it off. Sometimes we need to be willing to walk through the fire, feel the burn, and be scorched to our core, in order to emerge on the other side a new woman. And sometimes we need to cut away the pieces that remain with us after the fire has been doused by love, acceptance, and forward momentum, in order to start anew.
When it is time, we know. We know because when they say “it takes 10 inches of letting go” we smile and say happily, “take it, I don’t need it anymore.”
And so, the page turns and the next story begins to be written, and along with it new growth emerges in the empty space.