Sometimes, you just need a change. This week is was time for me to make that change.
I cut off all of my hair.
I'll be honest: I was very nervous about doing this. It's just hair and it grows back, but I had no idea how I would look with a pixie cut. The last time I made a drastic change to my do, I got bangs and that was a huge mistake. For years after that, I sort of played it safe, but over the past month or so, I felt like it was time to throw caution to the wind and go for it. Go big (or short, rather) or go home.
I was worried that my stylist would try to talk me out of doing it. I mean, I have a LOT of hair. Had.
She was all for it, though. She didn't ask me if I was sure; she just started cutting with confidence.
As I watched my hair fall to the floor in chunks, I no longer felt fear. Instead, I smiled. It felt liberating. From what, I'm not sure. I'm still figuring that out, but I can tell you one thing:
It feels good to be free.