I absolutely love my long hair, but because I have the type of hair that can handle going a year without being cut, my laziness causes me to end up with a mop on my head. It usually takes me getting to a breaking point before I actually decide to cut it. This is exactly where I ended up yesterday. My hairdresser was gracious enough to see me same day. I walked in exasperated saying, “help”. She worked her layer cutting magic and voila! I love her! A fresh cut works wonders.
My hair grows really fast; actually an average of one inch per month. I made up my mind about a year ago that I really wanted to grow my hair down to my waist. Now, I’ve “decided” this many times in the past but have never been successful since 4th grade at least (my hair was literally down to my knees in elementary school). I think I managed to grow my hair down to my bra line a couple of times in the past before I totally got sick of it and chopped it off. I love change and typically get tired of everything fairly quickly.
This week, I happened to walk by the large glass doors in my house and stopped dead in my tracks. Luckily I was by myself because I spent a ridiculous amount of time checking myself out. I couldn’t believe it; my hair was actually down to my waist. I did it! And the surprising part is that I’m not sick of it, I have no desire to chop it off and I actually still really like it.