When I was a kid, my hair was long and it stayed that way until I was a teenager in search of a way to express my rebellion. After that first short haircut (which landed me in a great deal of trouble with my father), I have been traveling down the same rolling road of growing my hair long and then cutting it super short. About four years ago, I chopped my hair off yet again and donated the ponytail, then I began the old growing out phase once more. Since then, I got married and had two babies all the while letting the mane grow.
It's soo long!
On Monday, after months of losing handfuls of hair (thank you postpartum hormones), I opted to go short once more! There is something super liberating about cutting away something that has been apart of you for years. I figured that if I'm serious about making big changes this year, why not start with the thing that is the easiest to alter? Plus, my hair will (hopefully) make a nice wig for someone in need.