OK, so this isn't Actually Important News, but it's a big deal to me.
I cut my hair.
Well, I personally didn't cut it. I had someone cut it. Josh was going for a haircut and I tagged along because I always put off getting it trimmed and it was looking pretty bad (IMO) and I really ought to get it cut... and then Josh said "You can get it as short as you want." I mean, I wasn't keeping it long for him, I was mostly just lazy about cutting it, and I haven't had it even kind-of short in a long, long, long time- I didn't need his permission to cut it or anything, but it felt kind of freeing for him to say it. As a reminder that I can be myself, or something.
Anyway, I had been thinking about getting it cut for a long time, just was always too chicken to follow through, and this was an opportunity, as spur-of-the-moment as it felt.
Two weeks ago, I was at my nephew's birthday party and this picture was taken (I apologize for the quality- it's a picture of a picture!):
I took this of myself yesterday morning:
Ack! No more braids! And my ponytails and pigtails, while still do-able, are now just stubs of what they used to be! On the upside, I expect I'll be able to keep it healthier and out of my way more often.
I'll get used to it, right?
And now they wonder, what impulsive thing will I do next? Sell everything & open up a Subway franchise? Start wearing dress shoes and makeup? The crazy possibilities are endless. But I think this is enough impulsiveness for quite a while. I'll go back to being my boring self.