Rae La Soul

Yesterday I cut my hair. I decided it needed to be done a while back after seeing all the damage I caused to it by not taking care of it properly. Depressive episodes over the summer results in going days without combing my hair. I simply did not have the time, patience, and energy to deal with it at its thickness and length. And I knew that in order for me to grow it out healthily again, I had to lose some inches. It was such a sense of relief when I saw the finished look.

Apparently, CoCo Chanel was on to something when those words were uttered about what happens to a woman when she cuts her hair. After my haircut, it was like something switched in me. I felt this spark. I beasted through my To-Do’s for the day; I made it to the gym and beasted through a workout, burning 450 calories in 50 mins; I ate a healthy dinner post-workout, choosing protein/veggies/carbs instead of binging on just carbs and the cookies my son had stashed; and I had an amazing night’s sleep which allowed me to awake with energy at 4:45 AM. Like, who am I?

I needed this. Something new. Something drastic. A push to get something done that needed to be done. Because symbolically, this was the reminder that the frog needs to be eaten in so many other areas of my life. I’m putting in as much effort as possible for this last quarter (without burning out) in small ways that will make big differences. (Thanks to Atomic Habits, an intentional slow read for me) I’ll start with going into the weekend eating frogs and resting afterwards.