Fare Thee Well, March Moustache

Published April 1, 2009

A month ago today I embarked on an epic and unforgettable journey of courage and embarrassment, humiliation and pride.  There were times at which the end seemed too far off in the distance, the burden too heavy to bear, but, in our relentless determination we persevered.  As so many significant expeditions are, this was a first in more ways than one.  Trials were faced, struggles were many, and obstacles continually presented themselves, but none were too great to be overcome.  Together we made it through, emerging triumphantly to the surprise of many naysayers who had claimed that it couldn't be done.

It is for these reasons, this camaraderie that produced the ability to rise above, conquer, and master a challenge, that it is all the more difficult to say farewell.  Unfortunately, that time has come.  This has indeed been my first voluntary foray into the strategic growth of hair follicles on my face, these hairs which have grown to be more than a statement, more than an attempt to prove a point, more, even, than a friend.

This indescribable intertwining of existences, this sublime shared experience has resulted in a bond so strong that I am nervous about the rupture it is about to experience.  Indeed, I have become quite attached to the work I have cultivated above my upper lip for the last month, but it is time for me to bid my beloved facial hair adieu.

Perhaps it will be for the greater good. Perhaps it will be healthy to move on. Perhaps it will open new doors, ones that lead to bigger and better things, to the future.  Perhaps it will be refreshing to not be the subject of teasing and the cause of stupefied stares. There will be other opportunities, this will not be the last. I will only get better at this. I'll miss you, mustachio.