I love getting my hair cut. It’s a treat for a few reasons. There’s the benefit of having my scruffy mop-top cleaned up. There’s the pleasure of reading the magazines at the salon. And then there’s the beauty of human touch.
When someone massages your scalp and soothes your head, it’s lovely. It’s calming. And it’s a gift. This past week, when I went to the salon, I was so looking forward to the human interaction there that I almost fell asleep in the chair. I realized how relaxed I was and told the stylist that I likened my comfort level to what I feel at the dentist. I then had to explain to her how much I love going to the dentist and that I have actually fallen asleep in that chair. Once I’d clarified things, I think she understood I meant the dentist comparison as a compliment.