Psalm 133 (King James Version)
Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!
It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments;
As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: For there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.
Okay, for those of you who do not have the privilege of seeing me on Sundays, I'm growing my hair again. It's going well … but there is a little less than there was in the past. But, hey, I'm up to the task. This will be the third or fourth time I've grown my hair long and I've always donated it. My mom had a human hair wig while she was battling breast cancer.
So, I'm pretty immune to the snarky remarks, the rolling eyeballs and crooked smiles—not all of which are from my wife. She is not a fan of the hippy-version Blair. "It's the inner Blair you love, not necessarily the outer Blair!" I keep protesting.
As an aside, it's incredible the comments I get from people (women over the age of 60 in particular) who think that they have a perfect right to comment on my hair. I wonder if I could get away with making comments about their hair.
But there's another hirsute part of me that's growing too. And no, it's not my eyebrows (I trim them), nor ear hair (that's why God invented tweezers). It's my beard.
I've had a beard now for quite a while—though there's a part of me that feels like it's only been a year or so—but it's been at least five bearded years. And I have been quite fastidious in trimming it. But lately I've let it go a bit. And I've got a dilemma: Do I keep the beard growing (hipster style or Old Testament Prophet style)? Do I trim it and risk the awesomeness I perceive? Or, gasp, do I lose the beard?
The problem is, what's beneath it, right? Is it all puffy pale skin, double even triple chins–if there's a chin at all? What if I shave the beard and I look like an old baby?
I guess it's really change that's hard.
Growing your hair is a long-range project that, once people notice, is over: "Oh, Blair is growing his hair" and off they go living their lives never really noticing it again. But growing a beard is, well, life changing. And once it has happened it's amazing how "manly" you feel with your beard. And maybe the worry is that I won't feel manly anymore. And the other thing is the change in colour: Holy Crow, it's sooooo grey or even white. Can I hide my age by growing it or will I look even older if I shave it?
Oh, first world problems.