Hair: The Long, Short & Gone Of It
It is done. As decided a year ago and completed as scheduled on my 50th birthday, my ponytail and necessary accompanying hair is gone. It was an oddly unemotional experience for something I had with me for almost half my life, perhaps all the lead time helped.
It was a nice party also, considering it was made up of many people I hadn’t met yet (my fault for not having gotten up to Cecile’s campus yet). I got many presents of alcohol and food (and warm socks!), and I hope a good time was had by all. We even had a few people watching the live stream of the event, which was kind of fun. If you weren’t able to watch and haven’t seen the archive, you can see the short version of the main event below.
In general I don’t really miss the ponytail, but washing the hair is weird, seems like it’s over before it’s begun. And it is strange when I reach back and there’s nothing there. And now the gray on the sides shows up much better. So I guess I’m starting to show my age, which is fine, as long as I don’t have to act it.