I have a friend who helped inspire in me a life-change, and I don’t think she has any idea.
This friend, (I’ll call her Wendy. . . because that’s her name.) always had long, luscious, beautiful blond hair.
And then one day, she chopped it all off.
And she looked like a rock-star.
I saw that photo of her on “the book we call face”, and made a seemingly innocent comment about how great she looked and her response was this,
“If I can’t be brave with my hair, how can I be brave with my life?”
. . .
Let that sink in a little.
If we can’t be brave with the one thing we KNOW isn’t permanent, that we KNOW will grow back, that we KNOW will change–inevitably.
If we can’t be brave with that, how can we be brave in anything else?
. . .
I’m ashamed to say that I’ve been living my life in a constant state of desire–wanting to be someone braver, truer, stronger.
I’ve been wanting to write, speak, have talent.
The idea that I couldn’t even be brave enough to cut my hair, much less pursue a passion. That hit me hard,
Right in the chest.
About a year or two later, (Because that’s how fast my bravery takes to grow) I both moved to a new town, and transitioned into a new decade, 30 to be exact. And that summer, one year ago, I finally worked up the nerve to cut my hair:
Go big or go home, right?
That was in July, but it took me another 6 months, all the way until January, before I finally started writing this blog.
And this blog, like my super-short hair, has given me so much vulnerable-freedom. It has brought me so much joy along with so many challenges. I don’t know why I didn’t pursue them earlier.
Being without my traditionally long hair left me feeling exposed. I didn’t have my long-locks to hide behind. I was all ears and face, neck and shoulders.
I was exposed, and vulnerable.
And for the very first time in my life, I felt like I wasn’t invisible.
Everyone forgets meeting the girl with brown-hair, brown-eyes, average-height, etc. But no one forgets the girl with the super short hair.
FINALLY, people were remembering me, which is both a blessing and a curse.
I was no longer flying under the radar, it was exhilarating–and completely terrifying.
Along those same lines, this blog also left me feeling exposed.
No longer off the grid, an official member of society.
On the radar, finally.
To take this hair metaphor one step further, not only have I personally grown in the year since first cutting my hair, but–shockingly–so has my hair.
(do you see my kids mugging for the camera behind me…silly, little hams.)
This blog has been such a HUGE blessing in my life. It has allowed me to pursue passions, but it has also been an amazing creative outlet for me. It has helped lift a weight off my shoulders–what with all these thoughts rolling around in my brain. And it has helped this lonely stay-at-home mom feel more connected and supported.
It has allowed me to grow and I am tremendously grateful.
And I owe so much of this growth, this small step in bravery, to my friend Wendy.
Who dared to be brave herself, inspiring me on.
My friend who shared with me her insight, challenging my life-path.
(I am constantly amazed at how God can use the smallest, seemingly insignificant moments to change a life. I haven’t even seen Wendy in years, and like I said, I don’t think she had any idea that her words would change my world…but they did.)
I thank you Wendy. You are a true friend and encouragement in my life.
You’re a gem.
Thank you, thank you.