“Our greatest fears or mightiest resistance might just be our smoothest route to fulfillment; that door you’ve been trying to unlock for donkey years” Anu Adelakun
I cut my hair. I looked into that grand mirror that once belonged to my great grandfather, held those sharp scissors and chopped it off. I had been in this same scenario three times before today. I’ll hold up my hair, hold the scissors but chicken out. But today it was different. Everything that once mattered didn’t even mean a thing to me. I had wondered what my Mum would think, how irresponsible or less womanly I would appear before her, how my dad would think “your mates are getting married, you are here going through a quarter-life crisis” or how my grandmother would get scared that no man would pick on me as an object of admiration because I lost my beauty; my hair. None of it mattered today. I wanted to be ME.
I wanted to make a choice, I wanted to put my finger in that fire and know what getting burnt felt like. I wanted to live without the regret of not trying when I could. That was all I could think of. It wasn’t peer pressure. It was “ME” pressure. The deep longing to be that Woman I am in my head. To emerge from the long overdue cocoon and spread my colourful wings laced with the strength of years of beating the torn drum of adventure till the whispers became a loud sound of rythm.
It was the herald of my hearts desires, a new beginning, a pursuit of fulfillment. Months down the line, I realised it wasn’t just about my hair, it was a liberation of my mind; let’s call it Independence day. It has made me a more decisive risk taker. Boy, do I love the patience I’m learning while grooming my new curls? Anything is possible if you believe. As you think, so you become.
I love New beginnings!
Look at me now, fearless and stronger with an ebony fullness of short blossoming curls to show for it.
How dare you not overcome your personal fears? It’s 2015 people! Anything is possible. You’ve got what it takes.
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