Today was my lucky day. Let me post the before and after pics with running commentary
Here is me with the new do. I will have D take a better picture of me sometime this weekend.
By the way, I suck at taking pictures of myself. It took about 30 attempts for the first picture and I would have continued on taking pics to include one with my Reese Witherspoon/Jay Leno chin but my batteries died in the camera.
So, my initial reaction was Ok - I've got the Dorothy Hammill combined with Molly Ringwald and a member of The Monkees (Hey, Hey were the monkees - ok, that was just mean- you know that song will be playing in your head for the rest of the day and night). After seeing my reflection outlined as I walked up to my car, I paused and reflected on what this cut represented.
Surprisingly, with my haircut, I let go of alot of feelings- mostly regarding infertility. I love getting my haircut and in the last year simply have not made it a priority, due to treatments, school and life in general. When the stylist asked about my hair I started talking about the texture and how it changed once I started taking medication. It got quiet as the noise in my mind expanded and the floodgates of memories were overwhelming. I decided that those feelings while they are threaded within the fabric that completes who I am, they simply do not define me (as they once used to or as I once used to let them). The haircut was very cathartic and spiritual. I feel renewed, energized and ready to run (literally).
I think this change was a long time coming, I'm glad I finally did it.