It’s been over three years since I lost my hair and even though I accepted the new me very quickly I still dream of having my own hair again one day. Having said that, there are benefits of being a baldy, one never has to shave the legs when the boyfriend is coming over, I can literally kick my girls around in the shower and that’s my hair done for the next day, I can change my hair from day to day and confuse the hell out of people when they see me with pink, blonde, brown, orange hair all in one bloody week.
I work in an industry that is all about the end stage of life and it’s been a huge eye-opener for me on a number of levels. The thing that hits me the most is what people talk about in the last few years of their lives; they reminisce about the past, they talk about the ones they love, they talk about the people in their lives who they wish weren’t. You never hear anyone say I wish I’d worked harder, I wish I’d made more money, the conversation is always about the people in their lives and what made them happy.
You may be thinking “what does this have to do with being a bald fucker?” well for me the process of losing my hair opened my eyes to what is really important in life. When I am about to fall off my perch I want to be able to say that I’ve lived my life with integrity, I want to be able to say that I loved the humans in my life in a way that left no doubts about how much I adored them, I want to be able to say that I faced my demons with a grit and determination that made the fuckers run for cover, I want to be able to say that I had a great relationship with my babies and they know that I love them more than anything in this whole god-damn world and I want to be able say that I even though life is never easy I faced each day with my bloody bald head held high and with a smile on my dial. 🙂