Bye Bye Hair

I finally decided to take the plunge. I finally decided it was time to let my hair go. It was time to donate my hair. My long and very unruly hair was taking over my life. I would find it on the floor, in my car, on my dog, and even on my desk at work.

It took a very long time to get it long, and a part of me didn't want to let it go. I spent all this time growing it out, and it was a part of me. Plus change is always hard. It's always hard to try something new (even if I end up liking it). It's always hard to let go what is comfortable because I never know if I'm going to like whatever is new.

My mother ended up chopping off a lot more hair than I expected and at first I felt naked. As time went on, I started to get used to it, and then it grew on me. It's pretty dramatic, but I've learned to just deal with it. Hair grows back, right? I tell myself it's only temporary.

At the end of the day, I'm happy that I donated my hair. I'm happy to be able to make a small difference in some way. :)