It has taken me a long time to grow my balls for this, but I am cutting my hair off tomorrow! And I am not showing you any pictures of what I want because I don’t need you to tell me not to do it. I just need you to tell me it looks good when it’s done; even if it doesn’t, Jillian.
Jillian asked me on our way in to work after another awesome carpool session, “If I don’t like your hair when you cut it, do you want me to tell you?” Oh you mean after I hack off inches and inches from my head should you tell me it looks horrible? What am I supposed to do if you don’t like it? Goodness gracious…lie to me, baby!
Jillian asked me on our way in to work after another awesome carpool session, “If I don’t like your hair when you cut it, do you want me to tell you?” Oh you mean after I hack off inches and inches from my head should you tell me it looks horrible? What am I supposed to do if you don’t like it? Goodness gracious…lie to me, baby!
Every time I get ready to make a big hair change I get so nervous and really start loving my current style. Suddenly it lies just right and the color is perfect and I have so many options for styles. All of a sudden I am in love with what I already have. But isn’t that the way it goes with a lot of things? When you know you are about to lose something you start really appreciating it, scared to let go, sad to say goodbye.
When we make changes it is easy to look at all the things that we know and will miss; it is impossible to know how happy these changes will make us. I hope I always make big changes without worrying what I am leaving behind but excited for what I will discover.
It’s hard to believe a change before it happens, or know exactly how it will turn out. Sometimes you gotta just cut the hair, see how it looks, and know it will grow back.
I know that’s a pretty big jump for an analogy, hair anxiety to life’s trials; but it’s one I relate to right now. As I start making plans to move to New York, so excited for the fresh start and new adventures, I find myself being really, really nervous; not to go, but to leave. I am sad to say goodbye to my friends, to miss our Best Friend Dinners. No more skinny dipping in the privacy of my backyard. No chance of familiar faces at the neighborhood bar. I was just checking out my corn plants the other day (I am so proud of them, they are cobbing! ßmade-up word) and started talking to my friend about my plans for the garden next year, you know, your basic entrepreneurial farmer talk, when I realized I am not going to be here next year. SO. WEIRD.
Adios, Hair!
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