The Weight
Let go
A few weeks ago, I got my hair cut. As the stylist washed my hair, I let out a huge sigh of contentment. Her fingers massaged my head with perfect pressure. I could feel my scalp and jaw relax in her hands. I had no idea how much tension I’d been carrying there.
She cupped the back of my head so she could massage my neck. My head sank deeply into her palms. For the first time in weeks, I felt myself fully let go. She chuckled as I sighed with relief.
“You wouldn’t believe how much people appreciate having me hold their head,” she said. “They don’t realize how heavy it is until they can let it go.”
Oof.
What are you holding that you don’t even realize is weighing you down?
Who else can hold it - if even just for a moment - so you can recharge?
I rely on those small moments in life, a smile from a stranger, an extra hand opening a door. I miss having a partner, but with an open heart we can feel relief in unexpected moments. Thanks Anne for putting that weight out there.
So good, Anne. There is a definite sense of ‘being in good hands’ that the best and kindest professionals can offer us. I love having my hair washed. Having a helper who can carry my rubbish to the bin chute and schlep heavy groceries home gives me a similar feeling of relief.