Something about haircuts brightens my day.
It's like shedding an old skin - peeling off the old persona and taking on a new one. I feel like cutting off the tips takes with it a bit of sickness that may have lingered there - like pot, I guess, how it lingers in your hair after it's already left most of your system. I also translate it to pulling some weight off of your shoulders. Prepping for a big show, Setting out on a new road. The vibe of a fresh step.
I won't say a fresh 'start' because I already feel like I've set out on this fresh voyage. But this haircut is just another step in my travels, some more scales I'm shedding. Leaving a trail of my old insecurities behind me as I stride forward.