It’s been about 3 months since I shaved my head to raise funds for pediatric cancer research. You can still donate to the fund by clicking the link, and I and a bunch of rabbis with funny hair will be deeply grateful.
The shave itself was a big surprise. I didn’t expect that it would feel so liberating.
Growing my hair back has been a surprise too. Who would have guessed that I wouldn’t want it back?
I have kept growing it this far for dear friends who wanted me to have hair – my own hair, not a wig – under their chuppah. They are officially married now, and I fulfilled my promise. I held off on going to a barber today because (1) I had to drive to Boston and didn’t really have time to go find a barber and (2) I thought I might have second thoughts.
Nope. This scrubby hair with its weird widow’s peak is making me crazy. It’s long enough now that I get (horrors) HAT HAIR. Off it goes, as soon as I can find someone to do it.
Funny thing about mitzvot: you never know where they’ll take you. I had no idea I would like being bald.
