Stuck in a rut.
Stuck in someone ELSE's view of me.
Stuck in a life I didn't sign up for yet clung to out of fear of the unknown.
Then one day I "woke up". Before the term "woke" became a buzzword, I literally and incrementally woke up and made better choices. No more auto pilot. It's been a bumpy yet fulfilling and surprising journey. It is still going. It is an investment in me.
I got up and got out physically, emotionally and spiritually.
My hair has been along for the ride. Sometimes leading and sometimes pulling me along but always present.
I am so thankful for this experience. To think, my hair allowed me to break free.