(skirt: Old Navy, shirt: [old] Target, boots: Target, watch: Kohls, bangles: various, necklace: Belk)
Here’s my first official picture with shorter hair. Of course, it ended up being really windy and so my hair got to be all crazy.
Truthfully, I was going to cut all my hair off. Like Miley Cyrus short.
But I chickened out once I sat down at my hairdresser’s shop. I told my students my original idea after I lost all nerve and you’d think there was going to be a revolt in room 129. They were absolutely disgusted with the idea.
They loved my long hair and could not understand why I wanted to cut it.
But I just needed a change. There was no real reason. Yes, it was annoying that my hair would get caught in things like my armpit, buttons, and coats. Being constantly covered in hair and shedding all the time was part of the long-hair deal. And I was fine with it and then one day I wasn’t. Chris was glad for it to go. He has always liked me with short hair and, while he’d never say it, didn’t really like my long hair that much.
Often I have this overwhelming need for change. When I was younger, it meant finding a new job, moving to a new apartment, getting another tattoo, dating a new guy. But now, I’m firmly planted: we own a house, I have a career, not a job, I have kids, and a husband. But that need to mix things up hasn’t left me.
I still long for change.
So maybe a haircut will satisfy that desire. If it is that simple.
But what do you do when your need is greater? When a new hairdo can’t fix what you want? When feeling stuck is suffocating?