I cut my hair.
I know. It’s hardly front page news, but a lot of it has gone and it’s my number one recommendation for how to shake up stuck energy. I don’t know if I’m the only woman who does this but it strikes me that whenever a relationship ends, or changes, I invariably change my hair. When I’m stuck in a rut, altering my hair is a good way to play and to remind myself that nothing has to be permanent.
And in the summer when it’s sticky and thundery, as it has been of late, there is a great relief to be had in being able to move your head freely, unencumbered. (To say nothing of the time gained by less faffing about with a hairdryer in the mornings.)
There’s also a similarly minded post on the WordPress front page today. I never thought about donating hair before, but I wish I had known about it when my locks were lying on the floor last week. It would have added a smug-inducing twist to my hair cut happiness.
Oh. *Sigh* I didn’t realise you had lost your smile. It’ll be back. For what it’s worth, it was a picture of your lovely new hair that inspired me totally to have all mine lopped off too. All change is good. Apparently.
Sending love your way – along with a mutual toss of our free-of-effort hairdos.
Mwah X
Hello, lovely Jen,
I haven’t lost my smile completely, have no fear. Change is good and I wouldn’t be without it. It’s more that work and grown-up relationship-y stuff is occasionally more demanding of serious thinkingness than I am really terribly well equipped to deal with.
Your hair is foxy, and I love your new FB profile pic. You have that sparkly eye thing going on too, which I aim to have back soon.
Much love. x