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I did it. I chopped all my hair off. Most if it is grossly sitting in a plastic shelf on my dresser waiting to be donated. That’s a little weird right? I feel sorry for the cancer patient who gets suck with my hair. That would not be an improvement.

So far, I think I like it. It still needs to be colored, even though Geoff says he likes the color, I think it would look better lighter. He did say it makes me look younger, which is awesome. There’s one piece in the back that’s a little weird, but hopefully it will settle itself. I just hope I don’t look mom jeans.

It was a big step, cutting off my hair. I hope I can maintain it. I keep touching it to make sure it’s real. I wonder what it will look like in the morning.

Hair Anxiety

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Today is my last day with my hair. Tomorrow, most of it is getting cut off. I’ve been having anxiety dreams about my hair for the last couple of weeks. There is a strong possibility for disaster. It’s freaking me out.

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On the other hand, I’ve been saying I wanted to get my hair cut like Michelle Williams ever since I saw photos of her at Heath Ledger’s funeral in People magazine. I was backstage at Singin’ in the Rain. It wasn’t my magazine.

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I had chin length hair then, so it wouldn’t have been too much of a stretch for me to hack it at that point, but for one reason or another, I didn’t. Then I proceeded to spend the last four years growing it out. This is the longest it’s been since I graduated from college. I’m nervous.

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Also, my daughter has threatened to kill me if I cut my hair. I hope I’m right and she’s wrong. She’ll just have to get over it either way because it’s happening tomorrow at 4:30 whether she likes it or not.

I’m also going to color it myself, which every stylist I know says is a horrible thing to do, but that’s what poor people do. They color their own hair.

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