New hair

I got new hair yesterday. OK, so it’s really my same old hair, just a lot less of it. I mean a LOT less.

This was an enormous and scary decision, but I kept it pretty much to myself, in case I chickened out. I thought about it for a good long while and made sure that Hubby was on board with it (he said, and I paraphrase, “It is your decision and as long as you’re happy with it, I’m happy.”… what a sweet, sweet man!).

I wonder what it is about hair that makes it so nervewracking to make a huge change like this? I’ve said for years that if baldness ever came into fashion for women I would shave my head immediately. I guess this is pretty close to that. So really, this is something that I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time but just now have gotten up the courage and self-esteem to do it.

Where did that courage come from? One word: Motherhood. Over the past year and a half I have explored and pushed well beyond what I thought were my limits, and lived to tell the tale. I’ve reorganized my life’s priorities, learned new ways of picking my battles, and figured out (sorta) how not to sweat the small stuff. I created an entirely new human being, guiding him from his original two cells all the way to eight and three-quarters pounds, pushed him out into the world, and was his main source of nourishment for five months. Good lord, if I can do all THAT…. surely I can cut my hair.

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