Why is it so hard to cut long hair, especially when it's a perfectly renewable resource? Why is it so loaded with feelings and potential regret? Why is long hair supposed to be young and short hair means you are getting old?
I said phooey on all of that and took the plunge. I had been cutting 3-5 inches for the last couple haircuts but I needed a change. All the stresses of a helicopter mama deciding the future of her firstborn kindergartener got to me. I also got it considerably blonder.
I love it! I love that I was brave enough to do it, even though that seems completely ridiculous to say. It's only hair, but the truth is that your hair makes a big difference in the way you feel and how you get ready for the day. My hair was always in a ponytail and it wasn't even the cutest ponytail.
Now I am forced to fix my hair. Ok, that's not always a good thing. Now I am forced to fix my hair.
What else can I be brave enough to do?
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