Day 3- Snip, Snip!

In fourth grade, I wore a baseball hat for at least a week after my mom took scissors and cut my bangs too short and crooked. I was so upset, as any girl or woman would be after a bad haircut. We become so attached to our hair that any little change is a big deal. Especially if it is a bad experience.

There have been days when I want to just grab a pair of scissors and chop at my hair. I pick the scissors up and then always stop myself before that first snip. My brain telling me that it will be horrible and so very wrong looking. I would have to walk around with crooked hair that is too short until a professional could fix it by making it even shorter. No, thank you!

Day 3-Today is the first time I didn't stop myself with the scissors. I made the first snip and there was no turning back. I took off about five inches so I had to keep going. I cut off chunks not worrying about how it might be uneven on one side. I just did it. It was liberating!




And slightly crooked. But today that's okay with me.