Got a haircut in the chair I usually work in

Had my old coworker come in and cut my hair this morning. Twenty-five years I've stood on the other side of that mirror, and it still takes me a second to not give instructions. She asked two questions and just got on with it. Slightly humbling, but also the best half hour I've spent all week. We didn't talk about anything, just the scissors going. There's a specific stillness to being on the receiving end that I forgot about.