Since I cut my hair two weeks ago (for the first time in over 18 months; the bearded, pony-tailed guy was replaced with a clean-cut man) I’ve noticed a definite uptick in the amount of attention women give me, and I‘ve assumed it’s because of my new hairdo.
Maybe, maybe not.
I was at a happy hour function with a handful of coworkers last night and the subject of my haircut surfaced. I described the extra female attention I’m receiving these days and finished with something to the effect of: “It must be the hair.”
To which one of the women present responded, “No, it’s your personality.”
She went on to say that when I came back from getting my hair cut, my personality had changed dramatically; she said I was a ‘new man’.
When I walked out of the salon two weeks ago, I knew I looked good. I felt confident. I felt like smiling. It was as though I had forced myself out into the ‘wilderness’ of my soul and denied myself a return to the ‘promised land’ until such time as I was prepared to shed my old Self. I guess I was ready.
My whole world is suddenly changed.
I look younger but feel older and wiser. I feel ready to take responsibility for the rest of my life rather than drift along the currents, as I’ve done most of my days.
I can look people in the eye like no other time in my life; not in challenge but in curiosity and wonder that other human beings are all around me, each unique and wonderful and terrible.
For the first time in my life I feel comfortable in my own skin. At the same time, I’m eager to find out who I really am underneath my disappearing fears, resentments, and character defects.
I’m relatively unconcerned with how other people (especially women) perceive me, and I care less than ever about winning the approval of others. I can just be myself; some people will like me, most won’t.
The compulsion to give in to lust has all but disappeared, replaced with a desire to choose: Use pornography, or enjoy the thousands of other blessings in my life.
I feel as though powerful forces are coming together in my life, like the confluence of many rivers. I’ve got life right where I want it.
It’s funny what a haircut can do.