Last night felt rough, but also sort of good because I had people to tell how I was feeling. Even if it wasn’t detailed, even if it was only to say, ‘I’m not okay.’
I woke up determined to try to live life as a productive person. We are going abroad soon, and I have a million and one things to do before we go. One of those things was taking my son for a haircut.
While there, I had the best chat with the barbers (the woman cutting M’s hair, and the man who was working on other people). Life’s purpose sort of stuff. Passion, following your own joy and curiosity – the sort of thing you see on Gilmore Girls and wonder who actually talks like that. Well, this guy in the barbershop, that’s who.
He overheard me saying to M’s barber that I wished I could shave my head again, but that my wife had said a woman of my age with a shaved head would look like she was seriously ill. The male barber leapt out from behind his mirror and said, ‘I’ll shave your head, right now, for free.’ And he did.
It felt sort of great and synchronous. Only that morning I’d been saying to Suzy I needed a new haircut, and it needed to involve shaving at least part of my head.
This was the second little miracle of the day, but the one that feels amazing. Even if I only just realised that with the rest of my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head, I look like a pineapple from behind.
Today has reminded me that lots of positive things are out there waiting, if you put your needs out there and then are brave enough to just go with it when an opportunity presents itself.
So to those kind barbers, thank you. I’m a very happy pineapple, and I’ll be back.