This time last week I was kind of in shock after cutting my hair. It wasn’t the 11+ inches of length I took off that had me feeling off balance, it was the experience of having my haircut by a very very inexperienced student. If you missed it, you can read the whole story here.
I wanted to thank you for all of the kind words and support and thoughtful comments you left on my blog, Facebook page, on Instagram etc. It made me feel incredibly blessed to have such wonderful friends – both friends I “know” and friends I’ve come to know from this blogging community. So, a week has gone by. I’ve obviously recovered from the experience, and I’m still feeling very positive about the whole thing. I’m glad I could make my third donation to Locks of Love. I’m glad I could be there for “Amanda” when she was going through a rough time and was confronted with fear and anxiety as she tackled the task of my haircut. I’m glad I could learn for myself that my hair is just my hair, it’s not what make me me – I’m not lost with out it. I’m glad that I was able to get in to see a grown up and more experienced hairstylist on Thursday, and that she was able to give Amanda’s cut some more shape and movement.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss my long hair a little bit, because I do. But I’m feeling more confident about my new style, and I’m excited to start growing it out again. This time I don’t think I’ll let it grow to my waist, or maybe I will so that I can keep donating to Locks of Love. We’ll see.
I promise this will be the last completely vain post about my hair for a while.