This morning Jen squealed in surprise because she forgot that I had gotten my haircut. I had to laugh because I had the same reaction in the morning when I looked in the mirror for the first time. I mentally forgot what it was like to have short hair. Don't get me wrong, I love it, I forgot how much so.
I don't remember ever having short hair until I was in college. I broke up with a guy and decided to cut it like Winona Ryder in Reality Bites. I loved that hair cut. I loved that I had a boy's hair cut because I never felt so feminine as I did with that cut. It's ironic. I liked that all I had to do some days was ruffle my hair and it was done. I loved that it stuck up in all directions when I woke up in the morning. I loved that I had to accent myself with earrings and jewelry. It was also when I began wearing dresses. I never wore dresses before that. It seemed to be too much work and I wasn't comfortable that my calves were two different sizes.
It's funny how things that bothered you when you were younger have no basis in your life now. Now, I wear sundresses anytime I can. I love the flowy-ness of it all. I love jewelry that is made from others. I like putting on eye makeup. I like when I get a dress that makes me feel confident and beautiful. I like when I go on a vigorous hike. I like playing with my hair. Especially when it is short.
Until tomorrow. Take care and be safe.
All my love,