I cut my hair.
Actually, I did it the week before Christmas. And by I did it I actually mean that my friend Christina did it. And what a trooper she was about it too because when I told her what I wanted I think she thought I had gone off the deep end. But she did it and she did a great job too!
I didn’t tell anyone at first. Like, no one aside from Christina even knew I was planning on it and even after it was done I just let people find out as they saw me. No tweeting, no Instagram. Most of my friends found out when I had my Christmas party and everyone else found out throughout the holidays. It’s actually been kind of… Fun?
I’m really happy.
I haven’t had my hair this short since I was 17 (when I chopped off my butt-length hair for the first time in my life while living in China. Memories!) Since then I think the shortest it’s been has been in a bob after university.
I’ve wanted to do it for such a long time, I had just been waiting for the right time. The, suddenly, it was the right time. I was so sick of my hair before: so thin and ratty and uncooperative. I felt like it was weighing me down (in more ways than one).
I’m not going to say that I feel like I’m more myself now but I definitely feel like I can more easily be myself right now, if that makes any sense. Does it? Maybe? Meh, I tried.
[EDIT: I thought about it some more and realized that what I was really trying to say was that I feel like I can more easily be the person I am right now. Yes. That’s it.]
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got. I just finally took some decent pictures so I figured I’d share.
If you have a minute and are perhaps looking for a post with a bit more substance, can I interest you in checking out my earlier post, How to not feel like a failure most of the time and start appreciating the small things? I’m pretty proud of it and would love your feedback on it!