What I'm Doing at 20:11 in 2011... For those of you who know me... you've heard me whining about my hair off and on for the last few years. In March of 2009, I decided to grow out my very (very) short hair. That was 902 days ago. I called it The Great Grow Out and I've written about it often... but it all ended today... at 11:00am.
I cut my hair.
902 days of hell.
Now if you know me, you also know that my entire life has gone through some MAJOR changes in those 902 days that have had NOTHING to do with my hair... (Although I have been tempted to blame my troubles on the poor decision to grow it out.) It just made the journey a bit more difficult...
I loved my hair when it was short. Actually, when I look back on it now, it is the ONLY time in my life when I loved my hair. The problem was that other people (well meaning included) didn't like it that short. But I did. And, I should have realized then that my own happiness was much more important than their opinion.
Someone once wrote... "We are so vain that we care about the opinions of those we don't care for." I never really saw myself in that category, but I've learned a few things about myself. And most of those lessons have come with experience and frustration with my hair.
One of the most important lessons I learned... is who my true friends are... and who really loves me even with my "hair" issues. On the top of the list is my friend Tammy. She helped me through this time step by step... calming my nerves, boosting my self esteem and always, always telling me the truth. Now Tammy likes my hair longer... but she has come to realize that it's more important that I like my hair instead of what everyone else thinks. I've pissed and moaned so much over the last 902 days that I'm actually quite amazed that she still talks to me. Believe me, as happy as I am tonight, no one is celebrating more than Tammy.
Everyone is asking for a picture, but I'm not very good at self portraits. I promise to post one soon. Right now at 8:11, I just keeping touching my hair... just to make sure it's real... and that it's real short. This is me... and I finally feel like the outside matches the inside again. If feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. You have to have a strong personality to wear a style like this... and I plan on working on the strength from here on out.