I have probably stated this before, but one of my biggest phobias is getting my haircut. I have gotten where I cut it myself and it looks like crap. Well, I have also been wanting to go to church and a nice haircut precludes this. The midday sun was beating down on this little southern town as I mustered up the courage to visit the barbershop. I got tunnel vision as the swirling red, white, and blue barber's pole came into view. I grabbed the door handle and my life seemed to stop as I walked in and took a seat. Sweaty palms. Palpitating heart. I crossed my arms in self defense.
"Have a seat in the chair," the barber said.
"Okay," I squeaked.
I took off my glasses, closed my eyes in fear, and let the barber go to work. It seemed like hours had passed when the barber said, "All done," and took off the apron. I looked in the mirror and looked like a new man. I didn't realize how bad my hair had gotten in the past few months.
"Oh my gawd," Rosa said when I arrived home. "Take off your hat and let me have a good look at you."
I took off my omnipresent baseball cap and Rosa squealed with glee.
"I can't believe you got up the courage to do that," she said as she hugged me. "I am so proud of you."
"I was so scared," I replied. "He stood so close to me. I could feel him breathing on me."
"Do you think you can do it again?" Rosa asked meekly.
"I wish I had Cheryl to cut my hair," I said tersely of my blogging friend.
"Oh, don't go on about those online friends of yours," she replied. "You talk about them like you know them."
Much has happened this week. Instead of sitting around and waiting for life to happen, I have been getting out and making it happen. Bright, sunny days are filled with a bright, sunny mind. Someone had asked on the blog if they thought that AA was making this big difference in me. I would say God is working through me and making the BIG difference. For the first time, I have a relationship with a higher power of my understanding and it feels awesome.