On impulsiveness.
My most notable accomplishment of today: getting my hair cut. I went from past the shoulders typical straight hair to a just-below-my-chin inverted bob. It wasn't daring because it was a new hairstyle--I've had that hairstyle before. This was the first time I'd cut a significant amount of my hair off without really thinking about it too much.
The night before, I had been talking with some friends of mine, and somehow our conversation shifted to haircuts. We debated the pixie cut and whether or not anyone besides a celebrity could truly rock that style. Eventually we got to the point where we played a little round of "what would you do?" The pixie look was quickly ruled a no-no for all three of us, but the other two were quick to point the finger at me and say, "Remember that time when YOUR hair was short?"
And I remembered. It was two summers ago, when I decided to chop my mane and donate it (in all its colored and damaged glory) to Locks of Love. The inverted bob with side-bang was born (on my head), all thanks to Hayden Panetierre.
Because I'm lazy and really get my hair done every, oh, six months or so, I let it grow out with a few much-needed trims along the way.
The point of this blog isn't to blab about my hairstyles over the years. What stood out to me about the past 24 hours is the impulsive decision to chop my hair again after my friends complimented me. When I am faced with any sort of choice, I usually have to think it over before I make a decision. When it's my hair, I have to have considered any drastic change for about a week before I act on it. This time, it happened in less than a day. 11PM on Wednesday to 2PM Thursday...my window of time to stop and consider.
Yes, hair grows back...I know that as well as anyone else, and that's always what I say when people freak out about me chopping my hair off so drastically. The point of this whole post isn't my hair. It's my impulsiveness, even if it is related to something as silly as hair.
Impulsiveness can lead to great successes as well as great failures. Maybe if I continue down this road of craziness, something exciting will happen. Or not. We'll see. :)
The night before, I had been talking with some friends of mine, and somehow our conversation shifted to haircuts. We debated the pixie cut and whether or not anyone besides a celebrity could truly rock that style. Eventually we got to the point where we played a little round of "what would you do?" The pixie look was quickly ruled a no-no for all three of us, but the other two were quick to point the finger at me and say, "Remember that time when YOUR hair was short?"
And I remembered. It was two summers ago, when I decided to chop my mane and donate it (in all its colored and damaged glory) to Locks of Love. The inverted bob with side-bang was born (on my head), all thanks to Hayden Panetierre.
Because I'm lazy and really get my hair done every, oh, six months or so, I let it grow out with a few much-needed trims along the way.
The point of this blog isn't to blab about my hairstyles over the years. What stood out to me about the past 24 hours is the impulsive decision to chop my hair again after my friends complimented me. When I am faced with any sort of choice, I usually have to think it over before I make a decision. When it's my hair, I have to have considered any drastic change for about a week before I act on it. This time, it happened in less than a day. 11PM on Wednesday to 2PM Thursday...my window of time to stop and consider.
Yes, hair grows back...I know that as well as anyone else, and that's always what I say when people freak out about me chopping my hair off so drastically. The point of this whole post isn't my hair. It's my impulsiveness, even if it is related to something as silly as hair.
Impulsiveness can lead to great successes as well as great failures. Maybe if I continue down this road of craziness, something exciting will happen. Or not. We'll see. :)