Hair Today, Gone tomorrow

When I was a wee lass in my late teens/early twenties, I had long hair.

It was beautiful. I always got complements on it, especially when I would go to get it trimmed.

Well, about three or four months after this picture, I got crazy one night and shaved it all off.

People complemented me on the shape of my head, but for the most part my friends were not impressed.

I have not really grown it long since then. I've tried and then I get to about the chin length stage and hack it all off. Well, I decided that I am going to grow it out long once again. I'm not going to try to do it, I am going to do it. I will give myself bangs, I figure once it gets long, I can grow those out separate. But I'm here to say that I will be posting periodically about my angst and frustration as it grows and grows and grows some more.

I would like to say one thing about this for those of you that think this is a silly thing to post, because the truth is it is a silly thing. When I dream at night about myself, my hair is long, every single time. And I'm always struck by that in the midst of my dream. And for the longest time I have turned this beautiful hair that I have into an idol, thinking that long hair would be something other than what it is. So I kept it short and told myself all sorts of things about how I look better with short hair. Don't get me wrong, I am cute with short hair, and I will continue to be cute with long hair, but I have viewed it as a burden for too long and am trying to grow into this hair that God has given me as a blessing. Even if I get it super long and then donate it, it will be better than me talking about "I had long hair once" and dreaming about myself in some alter ego. I want my vision of myself to be the same waking and sleeping :D

PS This is what it currently looks like on a good day.

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