To most people, getting a hair cut is really no big deal. In fact, it's a regular occurrence. A trim, a change of style, a fresh look...all normal and everyday.
For me, the thought of an accidental hair cut used to be nightmare inducing. It sounds ridiculous and pathetic, I know, but I had invested a great deal of time and love into my hair. Allow me to explain.
Up until the age of 12, I always had very short hair, for a variety of reasons including sports and my mother. However, the last major hair cut I had was when I was 12 and I chopped it back to a cute pixie cut. After that, I personally took control of my hair and decided I was growing it out. I had always dreamed of having long hair so now it was time to make it happen.
When I started, there wasn't really a plan other than to grow it out but the scheme soon became that I would grow my hair to my knees...if I could. Not everyone can grow hair that long because of genetics or whatever. Seems I could, though, because it hit knee length a few years ago and I kept it there. So you can see what I mean by the amount of time invested.
I had done what I set out to do and I enjoyed the attention and notoriety it gave me. Eventually, though, I found myself beginning to get frustrated with it. I didn't wear it down much, because it got caught on things and was physically longer than most skirts I owned. I began talking of cutting it a bit, make it healthier and easier to handle. It took a long time to actually happen though because I had to face my haircut issue and what people would think, would I miss it or the attention it attracted? Would I regret it as soon as it was done?
I finally cut close to 12 inches off of it in September 08 when I was home visiting family. I got pics of it at full length, first, and all through the actual cutting stage. Kept the hair cut off! Afterward...I was glad I did it! It felt good, lighter, clean ends and it WAS easier to deal with! What a relief.
Now, nearly a year and a half later, I found myself thinking along the same lines again. It had grown about 3-4 inches in the time and felt unwieldy again. Plus, I saw a video of myself from the back. Never realized until then how ODD having a braid that long could actually look. So the process began again, the contemplation, the opinion seeking and the second guessing. Until tonight.
A couple hours ago, without fan fair or record, I marked the new length I wanted, tied it off and then had M take the scissors to it. Gone, in seconds! Just 9 slices of the shears and it was off. I laughed right after...part adrenaline, part shock and disbelief. Was I going to panic? Was the regret going to set in?
Have washed my hair, brushed it out and admired the new length. And I have decided I like it! It feels SO good and clean and light! I can wear a normal ponytail for the first time in YEARS! Waist length is where I will keep it from now on...long enough to be unusual and do things with it, but short enough to easily look after.
I'm happy and no longer dread having to consider going to the hairdresser's for a trim. Why didn't I do this sooner? :)
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