A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Twenty-Six
For the first time in several years, I shaved off my beard tonight. I had been growing it for quite a while, though I did trim it on occasion, of course. The choice to get rid of it was rather sudden. I had been thinking of trimming, but then it just came on me that I wanted to be done with it for now. I think it was a matter of releasing something, perhaps. I sort of feel like it was a choice to kind of let go of some of what I have been carrying around for the last few years. It was a symbolic beard, perhaps, a sign of some process that I had been keeping myself stuck in, and maybe by shaving it, I have also shed some negative energy. Perhaps that was not true, but now I have programmed my mind to think it, and so it will become what I believe and how I act, will become true as a result of my writing this tonight. I do not know, but I am thinking that, at the very least, I may get a better nights sleep without the difficulty of keeping my CPAP mask sealed despite a beard.
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