Today I read this:
Oh did you forget smarty pants, we wouldn't exist.
It takes two...period.
So if anyone read my facebook you would now know that I cut my hair. For a good purpose I might add.
It's different. My head feels lighter. Less shampoo. Less hair. Boys may like the new do. It will grow back...quickly.
It's short. Boy's may not like it. Miss Tam and I look semi a like once again. When I reach for it, it's not there.
When Mom started cutting I almost cried, but I didn't. My tears have a far greater purpose in this world then to cry over dead cells. I'm still in the "Oh, no! What did I do? Where is my hair?" stage & looking in the mirror to see if it could have possible been a dream.
Eventually that stage will end because it's not coming back for a while. Long hair takes time.
Today I started growing it out.
Just hair. Just hair.