The Cut

I realized this morning that today is the one year anniversary of when I donated my hair to Locks of Love. I grew up with short hair and wore my hair at or above my collarbone for most of my adult life. So a few years ago, I thought I would grow my hair out and then donate it to Locks of Love, an organization that provides hairpieces to children who lose their hair due to various medical reasons. It took me a few years to get it long enough, but finally I had enough hair to donate.

But there was a problem. I never had really long hair before...and I really, really liked it! So I started to have conflicting feelings - after all, the reason I grew my hair out was to donate it, so it would be super selfish of me to keep it, right? And I knew I couldn't grow it out much longer, so I finally made the appointment and got the 10 inches cut (the minimum required).

The picture makes my hair look longer than it actually was. It was just below my chin. Now us Eulbergs are known for having full faces so it was not very flattering. I've never been the kind of person to get really caught up over the length of my hair, but all of a sudden, I felt really self-conscious. I couldn't believe I was having separation anxiety (and going to the post office to mail my hair was traumatic). What kind of person was I turning into? And why am I even blogging about this?

Because my hair has grown back a bunch (I've only gotten it cut once this past year). Because at the end of the day I did something nice for a complete stranger. Because there are way worse things that can happen to you than getting your hair cut.

It's amazing what a difference a year can make. And I'm not just talking about my hair, but about a lot of different things. Time moves forward. You can either wallow in the past or pick yourself up and move on.

So yeah, I've turned a blog about getting my haircut into an inspirational rant. That's how I roll sometimes.

Oh, and I'm totally growing my hair out and I do plan to donate again (but not for awhile). And the next time, I won't be such a baby.

XO, Elizabeth