Going to find a space inside to laugh, separate the wheat from the chaff.

The girl who cuts my hair saw this coming the second I sat down in her chair with the side of my head shaved and said, "So... I did this last week. What should we do with the rest of it to make it work? Heh." That was over 6 months ago, yet she knew that the time was coming for me to request that all of my hair be chopped short again. I wasn't so quick on the uptake, however.

It was only a couple of weeks ago when I realized that after spending almost 3 years in the pursuit of long hair that having long hair was really anti-climactic, personally. Sure, I went through a period of putting it up in messy buns or a top-knot and having my bangs thick and full, which was really quite pretty and fun! Unfortunately, I threw those options out the window the second I impulsively shaved the side. I made it six months, though, and for that I feel that I've confirmed that I do, indeed, have patience! Honestly, that's part of what growing my hair out was about anyway - to prove that I could.

And now... it is VERY short and I'm loving it. I can see my face again! When I get dolled up in full make-up, I feel more femme than I did most of the time that my hair was past my shoulders. I wasn't expecting that. I also feel like I've symbolically shed some emotional weight. I'm not sure there were specific issues I let go of, but I just feel a bit less... mired. I feel ready to really hunker down and settle in this Winter.