I have always wanted to do this.
I used to cut peoples’ hair and send it off for them and wonder how it must feel to be apart of something way bigger than themselves.
To be helping someone in need.
To be helping period.
To be worried about someone or something else instead of how my hair looks that day.
So now I know.
Off it goes to be processed and shaped and glued and cut and made into something wonderful.
Something for someone else.
Someone in need.
Someone probably less than half my age.
I love it!