Hair.

So, my hair was growing a bit on the sides that I did not like.  So I went into my cabinet in the bathroom and took out my electric clippers and started shearing.

Well, if you were a client of mine last Wednesday, you would have seen some pretty messed up patches on the side of my head.  Or maybe not--I worked very hard to try to keep my head faced forward.  How screwy is that??

I am not a hairstylist/barber.  I am a therapist.  I know (intellectually) that I have limitations.  But still, with those electric clippers in my hand, I was powerful. 

Or so I thought.

I looked at myself in the mirror--with another mirror at a screwy angle--and I knew that I messed up my hair.  It was beyond embarrassing.   There was a strip on both sides of my scalp that were sheared and were uneven.  And there was a patch on the right side of my scalp that was virtually naked---come on, Jeff--you can’t get a haircut from a professional?

So I went to Great Clips on University, confessd my sins and asked for forgiveness.  The woman cutting my hair jokingly asked me if I was trying to take away her job--I replied that I was not. 

But as she was repairing me, I was laughing.   None of this was life threatening--it was just hair.  How stuck do we get on appearances?  When I was with my clients that day were they concerned that I could not deliver because I had a patch missing from the side of my scalp?  Doubtful.

But was I concerned that I could not deliver?  Maybe. 

Everything is fixable.