This was me in 2011. Do you see the short hair by my neck? That’s how short I cut my hair back in the fall of 2011. It was the shortest I have ever cut my hair. It was sort of a Dorothy Hamill haircut but with layers. This was the "big chop" for me but for different reasons and for reasons that I did not realize until after it was done. My father died in March of 2011. After his death, I became obsessed with trimming my hair. Every time I got it cut it wasn’t enough for me. I visited the salon many times between the spring of 2011 and fall of 2011. What I found interesting was that my mother was doing the same thing to her own hair. I didn’t think that this was a coincidence. So I did some research and I found out that in many cultures, people cut their hair to mourn the death of a loved one. In some African cultures cutting one’s hair symbolizes death and its growth symbolizes new life. Some Native American cultures also mourn in a similar way. Once I realized what was happening, I came to terms with my father’s death and I finally, truly mourned, something that I was avoiding for months. The result was the beginning of new things that God had in store for me. Everything from new, healthy hair (no hair dye whatsoever) to eventually relocating from NJ to FL the following year. Change, although painful sometimes, is needed. There is a time, a season, and a purpose for everything. Don’t be afraid to change.