First and foremost: Yes I changed the name of my blog. Not that you noticed, but now that I said it go ahead and look. Fresh start and all, and the old one was just too long. This is probably the 4th or 5th name change said blog has had in the two and a half years of its existence. It morphs, get over it.
Blame it on the fact that I never had a goldfish as a kid.
So yesterday I chopped my hair off.
It was 8 or 9 inches of hair just gone, lobbed off in the name of thousands of thoughts and reasons, and a rather serious hatred of the pony tail.
Why do we women make hair changes out to be life changing moments?
I definitely do--I can remember what happened before or after I had big hair changes, how they sort of narrate the seasons, relationships, hopes, fears, trips, trials. I've been wanting to cut my hair since before graduation, and somehow haven't been able to muster the courage to do so. I had this strange conviction that when I did it would be symbolic--of what I haven't been able to fully note, and therein lies its mystery. Strange how something as seemingly minor as a hair cut could signify an actual shift in something greater.
Afterward, my friend and I went straight to the bar next door for a double shot. The bartender looked at us and said, "What are you two ladies doing in here at 3pm on a Wednesday?" and I told her that I'd just had 8 inches of hair chopped off and she smiled and understood.
It's the closest I may ever come to starting clean slated.
2 comments:
LOVE the new changes!!! Both of em.
so I see you're getting ready for the summer's long list of chick-music concerts!
maybe I'll wear a vest with no sleeves
siiiiiiiiike
post a pic!
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