attachment

Half way through a haircut (when hairdresser walked off for a while).

When I was a kid, I once kept my freshly cut hair in a plastic bag and kept it for years.

I'm not sure why but I felt an attachment to those strands knowing my hair will grow back in no time.

There's always a 'sadness' associated with your hair being chopped off.

Then eventually there's 'hope'. 

The assurance that one day soon things will be back to 'normal' as you know it.

  

Sometimes I just don't let go of things as I should.

Because it means I am going to change...

And I don't know if it's a change I need.