I’d had this haircut booked for two weeks, and honestly, I’ve never been so excited to try a new salon.
It consumed my thoughts today. And when I finally sat in that chair, it exceeded every expectation. My stylist understood curls, and the care she took—listening, guiding, collaborating on what we could create together—felt transformative.
To the women who washed my hair: thank you. You handled me with the same tenderness, and I felt completely safe in your hands.
Getting a haircut is such a simple, ordinary thing. But I hadn’t been able to make this appointment for six months. Today, I finally gave myself this moment.
With every cut, I felt weight lifting—not just from my hair, but from my spirit. Each snip cleared space, like pruning dead branches to make room for new growth.
I didn’t realise how starved I was for this care until I was receiving it.
Something deep within me, quiet and tender, finally received the love it had been craving. And I left with more than a new haircut. I left carrying myself like someone worthy of such gentle attention.
