So, I had my head-shaving party on Friday, and now Aaron and I are both bald as eggs. The reports are in for June, and I will be donating just over $100 to the UICC. Not so great as I hoped, but not terrible either.
Again, what surprises me, though it probably shouldn't any more, is how wonderful I feel without hair. Judging from the various facial expressions of those around me, I'm not the only one surprised by this fact. Some pretend not to notice anything different; some openly stare; some shake their heads; some suddenly appear intensely interested in something else...but my favorites are the ones who break into irrepressible grins. It seems to me that somehow they understand. I feel at my best this way...my strongest. I feel thoroughly myself.
I believe it was Emerson who said: "We acquire the strength we have overcome." He couldn't have said it better. Really, in that way, the closer something comes to killing you, the more you have to thank it for. But only if you can drum up the courage to turn the nightmare inside out. Perhaps that's a barbarous way to think of it, but it's how I see it. The more we wallow in our own pain, or relax in our own pleasure, the weaker we become, but if we can turn our tragedies into triumphs and come out laughing, we become the best, strongest, and most honest versions of ourselves. Maybe that's why I feel at my best this way. It's my inside-out nightmare.
In any case, it feels kind of awesome, especially considering the hot weather we've had recently. And you don't have to worry about doing your hair in the morning, or using too much shampoo, or getting tangled when you drive with the window down.