Sitting in my law office in lower Manhattan, I thumped my head on my desk, wishing I could change careers. Several strands of hair fell to the floor. At 42, I feared it was too late for a major pivot. Plus, I was petrified I’d go bald.
After work, I dashed around the city seeking answers for my ongoing sporadic hair loss. An integrative doctor detected a leaky gut and restricted my diet. A fancy clinic did scalp treatments to stimulate growth. Still, specialists couldn’t pinpoint an illness or diagnose anything causing the excessive shedding. I was desperate for a remedy (or even a spell), not the condescending, “You’re stressed, honey.”
I lost my first batch of hair from scratching scabs from chicken pox at 19. But it grew back, and I achieved a dream — dancing in Michael Flatley’s Lord of the Dance, then Riverdance, on Broadway while in law school. Each moment on stage fueled me. Despite my double life as a student and dancer, my hair remained lush. Joint pain, however, destroyed my dance career, and depression struck.
One morning, when I was a lawyer at a major financial institution (not in the entertainment field I desired), I showered and found my legs, tub and tile coated with hair. The shock made my knees buckle. I learned ways to disguise the thinning, and over time, my locks returned. I changed jobs. Another hair loss episode occurred. Then another. And another.
Although I was miserable, I pushed myself to achieve as a Wall Street lawyer, feeling trapped by student loans, New York rent and hair treatment costs. I contemplated alternative careers but convinced myself I hadn’t perfected any new skills or saved enough money to start over.
It was only after I took a leave of absence from work and spent three months in Missouri caring for my octogenarian father, who suffered from dementia (which often made me a sobbing heap on the floor), that I finally quit my job. I left New York and took a chance on love and a new path.
What surprised me was that despite my excitement, I was exhausted for months and had another bout of hair loss. I didn’t realize my body had been screaming at me for years to switch gears and my major midlife pivot exacerbated my prolonged burnout.