Last January, I randomly decided that 2010 was going to be “The Year of Long Hair.” I have never had hair past the very top of my shoulders. I always get frustrated by growing it out and end up cutting it. To avoid that during the year of long hair, I gave up getting my hair cut for Lent. I know it seems silly, especially as Mormons don’t typically observe Lent, but it happened to fall at a pivotal time in my growing out timeline. I knew if I could make it to Easter, I would be ok. And it worked. And I definitely needed the commitment of Lent to keep me from cutting my hair.
My hair got longer slowly, as hair does. I remember feeling so excited about being able to use a pen to put my hair up that I tweeted about it.
At that point, I pretty much always wore my hair up. I don’t know if you know this, but New Orleans is hot in the summer and ponytails were a necessity. And then I got really sick of ponytails, and I started wondering, why am I doing this long hair experiment anyway? What was the point?
If you asked me in January why I decided that 2010 was going to be the Year of Long Hair, I would have said it had to do with the second theme of the year, as pointed out in my tweet: frugality. When you have short hair, you have to get it cut more often. Simple as that. So I thought, why not save a few bucks and try something new. But I think there was a subconscious wondering whether my life would be somehow different with long hair. Would I feel more attractive? Would people notice it more? Would I act differently? In other words, would it somehow change me?
I know, I know… it’s just hair. But I thought of myself as a short hair type of girl. I don’t even know what that means really, but it was a part of myself. And after growing out my hair for 10 months, I decided that I just really like my hair short. I thought about waiting until 2011, but what’s the point of waiting when I knew I’d be cutting my hair anyway?
So I got it cut. Do I regret it? Nah. It’s just hair.
But what’s a post about a haircut without some before and after pictures, especially since most of my readers have never seen me with long hair (and probably never will).
(Can you believe I just wrote that much about growing and cutting my hair?)