I used to be a pro-long hair kinda girl. Then I had my first big adult breakup and I did what women tend to do, I went shopping and then cut off all my hair. It was liberating, it made me feel all spunky (more than I usually feel even) and I loved it. That was when I became a mostly short hair girl, well short to mid-length at least.

When A-1 and I got engaged, I did what all women do, I started letting my mid length hair grow out so that I would have that long hair that pretty much every bride strives for. I couldn’t wait until we got done with the wedding so I could promptly cut it all back off.

A-1 wasn’t so fond of the chop all your hair off ideas I had, but I’m sure he also understood that I was likely to get it done anyway as the short hair just feels better to me (that and it makes me put effort in in the mornings since I know I can’t just pull it back into a ponytail and be done). Yesterday was the day, it’s now shorter than it’s been in years and years, in fact this may be the shortest I’ve ever cut it. I like it, although I did do the dump half a bottle of shampoo on my head thing cause you go on autopilot and don’t realize how much less you need. I think for the first time ever I’ve got the shortest hair now of the women in my family. I can feel the breeze on my neck! It’s fantastical.