Cutting Off My Hair. Living My Creed.

Does cutting off waist-length hair in one shot make me brave? Nah. But I did it. When I made a brief mention about it on Twitter- I couldn't believe the reaction. Hair seems to be one of those things. So many of us carry it as a wee little form of comfort blanket that sits happily on our head. What happened to me was that I had long, long hair. And then when I got sick- and it all started coming out. I chopped it off. When I got healthy again, I began growing it back. I grew it longer and longer and longer, and it got curlier and curlier until- I stopped having the time to care for it. Last week we shot all the pics for my book. I decided there was a good chance between now and when my book comes out next year, that the scissors were going to meet my hair. And so I did it. I thought it might help me look all of my 32 years. No such luck, it seems. My stylist took my hair in a ponytail, and in one fell swoop- chopped it right off.