Last night, while driving to work, I grew a beard.
My hair started sticking to my face and no matter what I did I could not make it stop. I’m sure it was the new hat and all the dryness and built up static electricity, but who wants a mouthfull of unrelenting hair while they are driving? Or, ever?
I am seriously contemplating giving these locks a good chopping. The thing is, my hair looks good two ways, bobbed and long, the mid-length growing out stage was a lot to bear to get where I am today. No matter how much I liked Katie’s last cut, I can’t help but pause. I’m not a haircut worrier either, I haven’t grown it out without a cut since I was 8 or anything crazy. I usually cut and color on a whim, just for fun- it always grows back!
I almost chopped it this fall and I didn’t. Now I’ve had a lot of time to think about it. I love my hair long. I’ll be seeing my stylist over Easter weekend and I have to make a decision, long before I head out to Kansas City.
Maybe I’ll just get a few more inches off, add some new layers. Save the chop for when I have a kid.