I am getting a new haircut! Isn't that exciting? The appointment is made for next Monday - I can't wait. Yes, I am gonna cut my long hair! It's time. I have been thinking about it for the last couple of weeks and finally made up my mind. It feels right. It's time for something new.
Thinking back, I realize that each time I've changed my hairstyle, my life changed as well. Sometimes the haircut came first, the life changes afterwards. And sometimes it was vice versa.
I remember the first time I decided to cut my hair (I've had long hair all my youth - like most of us girls!). I was 25 and had just moved to Lausanne. I started going out to the clubs (remember the Nineties? Magic times!) and long hair suddenly didn't match with my new me (the one going out to clubs all night long). My life changed, the haircut followed.
At around 30 I cut my hair even shorter (a couple of centimeters long - just to be clear). Some months later I decided to take up studying again. First the hair, then my life. By the way, studying at this age has been one of the best decisions of my life so far. I had done an apprenticeship in my youth but I always felt as something was missing. Studying German, French and later adding Journalism changed me. Knowledge has opened so many doors for me - incredible! I haven't been the same person since then. In retrospect, the drastic haircut made sense as my life changed drastically as well!
I wore my hair short (but not as short as in the beginning) until seven years back when I decided to go to Italy. When I started to live a life of a gypsy (living a couple of months in Italy, a couple of months in Switzerland), I decided to let my hair grow. This time the life changes came first: I quit my job at the bank, my appartment as well, I stored my furniture in a garage and lived with what had room in my car. Clearly, the hair changes had to follow!
I haven't had simultaneous changes so far. Maybe this time?