The Strangest Thing I’ve Held Onto? Half My Hair. 😂

Back in 2013, when I had brain surgery, one of the nurses finished prepping me for the operating team and handed my us the thickest clumps of my hair. Looking back, it sounds a little crazy, but it felt like such a significant moment. Part of me was literally being left behind as I stepped into one of the most life-changing experiences of my life.

And yes… I kept it. For over a decade.

Fast forward to this past fall while pack/unpacking for our move, I came across that bag of hair again. I even snapped my best friend to see what her thoughts were. Kinda testing the water to see if I was crazy or not. Only us & the kids knew that I kept it. We both agreed that maybe it was finally time to let it go?? Maybe it was time to close that chapter and release something that had served its purpose.

Yeah no… I kept it. 🤣

The funny thing is, relocating has been one of the biggest transformations of my life. Not just geographically, but spiritually, emotionally, and even physically. I’ve experienced a rebirth of sorts—a shedding of old versions of myself and an embracing of who I am becoming.

I’ve learned that closing chapters is healthy. Growth requires movement. I never want to be stagnant in life. I don’t want to stop growing physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. “Every season has something to teach us, but not every season is meant to become our permanent address.”

So maybe one day I’ll finally throw that hair away.

Or maybe I won’t. 😂

Because sometimes the things we hold onto aren’t really about the object itself. They’re reminders of what we survived, who we were, and how far we’ve come.

And if a bag of hair from brain surgery is the strangest thing I’ve kept for sentimental reasons… I’m okay with that.

-S