Rushed Decision

Like most of my life decisions, the decision to cut off my hair was made quickly. And once I decide to do something, I see no point in putting it off. I went to get my hair cut and when I told the stylist how short I wanted it, she got out a measuring tape to see if there would be enough left over to donate it. I measure my hair at about 20 inches, so yeah, there was enough.

I didn't bother with before shots, but here are some of the afters:

 I wanted this photo really big so you could read the tape measure. It looks like I chopped off about 12 inches, and there is still enough left over to put it in a ponytail!

Will I miss long hair? Hmm... Let me put it this way, will I miss the giant hair balls in my laundry/carpet? Will I miss the tangles at the back of my neck? Will I miss the back of my shirts being soaked every morning after my shower? No. I submit to you I will not.

Any regrets? It'll be harder to do braided hairstyles. I won't be able to be Princess Leia for Halloween but wait! I've already done that! And if I get sick of short hair, it's only a matter of time before it grows out again.