For most of my life I had long hair. As a small child I hated the hairdressers and
eventually my mother gave in to my insistent pleas to grow my locks even though
it meant uncomfortable mornings before school untangling and braiding my thick,
wavy mane. As I grew older I loved my
long hair and, with only a couple of experiments with shorter styles, I kept it
that way for over half a century.
Then one day, about five years ago, I woke up and knew with
absolute certainty that my long hair days were over. I was done.
I got up, dressed, got in my car and stopped off at the
first “no appointment” hairdressers I could find. I sat in the chair of the first hairdresser
who could accommodate me and said “Cut it all off……short.”
She looked at me quizzically and asked “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
Twenty minutes later I left the salon with a haircut almost
as short as the day I was born. I drove
home and put on a hat before I entered the house. I stood before my husband and pulled off the
hat with a great “ta da!”
He stared, gulped a little and then said the best thing he
could have….”Wow, you look so much younger!”
My decision to cut my hair was an easy one. In fact, it wasn’t a decision at all. It was just something I knew I had to do with
a certainty that stopped all hesitation or objection in its tracks. The day before I had no thought of cutting my
hair. It wasn’t something I’d been
thinking about or debating. It wasn’t
something I had consulted others over or agonized about. When I went to bed that night I had no idea I
was going to wake up knowing my days of long tresses were over. It wasn’t a decision so much as an
instruction. “You are done with long
hair,” it said, “Go get it cut.”
This incident isn’t the first time I have just known that I
was done nor do I think it will be the last.
You have probably had this experience too. Often we get to that point with difficult
relationships or with difficult work situations or with uncomfortable
shoes. One day we just know we are done
and we walk away.
But where do these messages of “doneness” come from? And why do they happen with some situations
and not with others? Why do we hang on
to some issues way past their sell by date and never seem to get to a place of
being done?
I believe that this voice that says “You are done” comes
from the place deep inside all of us that knows us intimately and speaks the
truth. It does this all the time but
mostly we are too busy to hear or to listen.
Once in a while however, somehow a quiet gap opens up in our minds,
perhaps in sleep or in a restful state, and that soft, small voice suddenly
sounds loud and clear. It’s messages are
always simple…..DO this, DON’T do that, you are DONE …..so that we cannot not
understand or mistake them.
We know we are done when the message comes almost out of the
blue, when the issue has not been on our minds night and day, when we haven’t
been wrangling the issue to death, when we haven’t been agonizing with others
over it, when we don’t care a jot what others might think about it, when we are
excited over the prospect of what we will do now we are done, when it just
feels right.
If we doubt the decision, we are not done. If we try to second guess the outcome, we are
not done. If we are anxious about what
will replace it, we are not done. If we
fear what others might think about it, we are not done. If we feel lost without it, we are not done. If we have grief or feel bereft, we are not
done. If we feel as if we have lost the
battle, we are not done.
Doneness is about absolute certainty. It spells relief. It engenders inner peace.
My doneness with my long hair may seem a trivial matter
compared to the quitting of a job or the ending of a relationship but the confident
voice inside doesn’t grade our issues.
Being done with a hairstyle is no different to it than ending a major
phase of our lives. It is all about
assisting us to move on with peace and assurance leaving behind anything that
doesn’t serve us anymore and opening us up to new possibilities.
That random hairdresser who cut off my long hair that day
continued to cut my hair for the next five years. She was a treasure, a total gift from the
Universe, a wonderful byproduct of my listening to that voice that told me I
was done.
So pay attention to that voice when it speaks loud and clear
and know when you are done. Who
knows…..at the very least you could end up with a cute new haircut!
