barber chair confessions, episode .002
my barber is in Paterson, NJ. i lived in Paterson for two years, before i moved to Newark, NJ. both cities are 30 mins apart from each other, and i drive those 30 mins faithfully, just to sit in my barbers chair. as i sat in his chair this time around to get my haircut, i began to reflect on what it was like for me, and my hair when i first moved to Newark. i remember the moment i fell in love with living in Newark. i wanted to engulf myself in all things Newark at first, so i spent some time exploring barbershops downtown, and other neighborhoods, just so i could avoid that 30 min drive to get my haircut. every attempt made with another barber left me feeling cheap and undone. for some reason, they just couldn’t get my hair as sharp. i also didn’t like that they charged $25 for a cut, when i pay a solid $15, tip included in Paterson. i tried those barbers on & off for about two months, before i finally made the decision to stick to sia, that’s my barbers name btw. now, one might argued that 30 mins driving, plus the cost of the cut equals to the same amount those Newark barbers charged, they’d be right i guess. still, logically in my mind, i’m still saving, and he’s the only person slaying my cuts the way that he do, so fxck it. after reflecting on that moment, i had some time think. here are my thoughts from yesterday’s haircut. 💈
dahling, your growth is not measured upon how often you succeed while walking your path. all action decided upon and taken has a consequence—some, not always favorable.
yet, the word consequence itself means, “that which grows out of ANY act or course”. ✨
growth is still yours to claim.
this is barber chair confessions, 002. on the next episode, i will be launching the barber chair confessions blog.