Hi. Today, I got a haircut. Like, a haircut. Almost all my hair is gone!
Let me just say that some of you will read this post and think, what’s the big deal? Others of you will think, I would never do something so bold. I guess I’m speaking to the latter.
We were out a month or two ago when I saw a girl with a cute pixie cut and commented that maybe I would want to try something like that one day. (Like, in another lifetime.) But Jonathan was like, “You should totally do it!” (Which completely threw me off guard). So I got nervous. I no longer had a reason not to. But I still debated it. A lot. I had butterflies in my stomach hours before the appointment.
I figure it’s good for me to do things periodically that make me uncomfortable. I don’t want to get too comfortable with being comfortable.
You see, right after I graduated high school, I donated my hair to Locks of Love. It was the most dramatic haircut I had ever contemplated and I was petrified. I kept thinking of reasons why I “couldn’t”. I did, though.
And you know what? It was kinda freeing.
I know it sounds silly, but I realized that maybe I was too attached to my long hair. Hair grew. I was still me, regardless of my hair.
So today, almost a decade later, I found myself in a very similar position. And I took the plunge. Again.
Now, I’m not implying that each of you reading this should go and chop your hair off…or am I ? 😉
Here’s what I am saying: challenge yourself. Do something that scares you a little. It’s good for you.