[ I have never liked my hair.
It’s scattered all over the apartment in large amounts,
gets caught on absolutely everything, and washing it is quite a challenge for lazy me.
However, I never once dared to cut it. A habit? It’s unlikely to call it a habit.
I probably just learned to accept it, and that is often not easy to do.
There’s a lot of energy in hair; I often keenly felt it.
And how wonderful it is to find dried flowers and herbs in my
hair a few weeks after a walk! Now it’s not so hard to love it.
And it’s the same with everything: loving is easy,
