barber chair confession, a series. episode .001
barber chair confessions, a series. episode .001
my barber doesn’t speak english at all, but somehow we manage to communicate well enough for him to slay my haircuts, consistently. i realized that i am faithful to his chair, not just because his razor skills are close to fxcking perfection, but because i am granted 45 minutes to sit with myself in silence and sort through my thoughts, all while being cared for. here are my thoughts from yesterday’s haircut. ✂️
dahling, remember, you’re allowed to screw up. you’re allowed to be chaotic, naive, afraid, and inflexible.
unpin yourself from underneath the guilt, the shame, and the many moments where you repeated, “i should’ve known better”. own your actions, whether they undermine where you presently stand with yourself or not.
it is okay. YOU. are. okay.
give yourself room to be a mess. sometimes, we must scatter ourselves in order to truly see what is to be kept for when it’s time to reconstruct.
every time i get my haircut, i’ll share the experience and my thoughts. | this is barber chair confessions.