Does cutting off waist-length hair in one shot make me brave? Nah. But I did it. When I made a brief mention about it on Twitter- I couldn't believe the reaction. Hair seems to be one of those things. So many of us carry it as a wee little form of comfort blanket that sits happily on our head.
What happened to me was that I had long, long hair. And then when I got sick- and it all started coming out. I chopped it off. When I got healthy again, I began growing it back. I grew it longer and longer and longer, and it got curlier and curlier until- I stopped having the time to care for it.
This week we are shooting all the pics for my book. I decided there was a good chance between now and when my book comes out next year, that the scissors were going to meet my hair. And so I did it. I thought it might help me look all of my 32 years. No such luck, it seems.
My stylist took my hair in a ponytail, and in one fell swoop- chopped it right off.
Everyone in the salon was all "oh my goodness!" and "you're so brave" and "you're so calm". No way. I am just really a-okay with change. Something about daring to be different, creating a fresh new path whenever I can... just how I roll. It's in my nature. As a kid I used to rearrange my bedroom furniture all the time. Two years ago, I wanted to cut my hair off and my then hair-dresser talked me out of it. I went straight from the salon to get my nose pierced (took it out a few months later). When I am ready for change, it's got to happen immediately.
This seemed like an easy one. It's just hair.
We've all had bad lids at one time or another. When I was 18, I decided I wanted a Wynona Ryder haircut which, at the time, meant my head was essentially buzzed. I have never looked uglier in all my life. But you know what? It grew back. It always does.
When I was in university I also cut my hair short. When my mom first saw me she blurted out "Oh! Do you want to cry?"
Hair is just one of those things. I don't regret it yet. At all. We'll see what happens when I land in St. Lucia and the curls fight to come back. I may end up looking like a poodle.
The way I see it- it is just one more step in the direction of living out my creed. Today sure is the day. I will always break the rules. And so far, I am digging the new do. Even better- my love sweet love has a brand shiny new nick name for me.
I like it.
Question Of The Day: Do you fear the scissors? Wear the same clothes everyday? How do you dare to be different? (Because I know you are! Everyone is!!!)