the razor comes - the beard goes

I have done away with the beard.  Yesterday I decided to remove the damned thing from my face and so it is gone.  Funny but that act had a somewhat transformative effect on my psyche as well   I felt better/ happier/ lighter when it was gone.  Perhaps it was where all of my stress and grief were hiding?  As if each whisker were some piece of grief or a burden all on it’s own.  They have been washed down the drain and I am free of their unwanted influence.  (Too dramatic?)  Whether that is the case or not I do feel different now that it is all gone.

Oh and Yes I still have the Goatee.  That aint never gonna change.  Sorry mom.

Later,
Sam