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Chop, Chop

It was Miggy…in the bathroom…with a pair of scissors.  
Saturday night, around 11:00 pm I decided I needed to cut my hair, right now.  So before I could talk myself out of it, I started cutting.  And I love it.  
Excuse me if I start making too much out of a hair cut, but for me this was a bit more cathartic than your average trim.  For a while now I’ve been itching for a change, which is funny since our whole life has been nothing but change.  New city, new house, new doctors, new car, new schools, new work, new friends, new scenery, new everything.  But it’s been more of a me change I’ve been craving.  I couldn’t pin point it, but I needed something.  The funny thing is I just got my hair professionally cut a couple weeks ago.  And I liked it.  I went back the next week to have her fix the back of my hair and while I was there I asked if she could add bangs.  I was trying to scratch that itch for change and I thought bangs might be enough.  And while they looked nice, it didn’t really do the trick.  Then last weekend on our family outing I ended up doing a zip line.  Jumping off a 50 foot platform while attached to a wire was just enough of a thrill to help me feel out of my comfort zone and out of my daily routine.  Such a small thing but I told B, I really needed that.  I realized then that I’ve been needing an emotional change as much as a physical change…and I don’t know about you but changing my hair is as much about how I’m feeling as it is about how I look.  I’ve really loved having long hair the past few years.  In fact this is the longest my hair has ever been and I loved it.  I was the girl who always wanted hair down to my bum, but it just didn’t grow that long.  My pregnancy with Lamp really boosted my hair growth.  I’ve loved doing different on line hair tutorials like a braid halo and messy ponytails.  Unfortunately my post partum period with Lamp has also brought significant hair loss that I didn’t experience with PSP.  My hair has felt thin and lifeless.  For every good hair day, I was having 5 bad ones.  My hair was blah.  Which made me feel blah.   
So Saturday night as I was listening to music I suddenly felt this rush of adrenaline.  I went to the bathroom with my ipad (for the music) and some scissors.  I acknowledged that I might regret it a little, that I might miss my long hair but that would be OK.  I can’t have different and comfortable at the same time.   Then before I could talk myself out of it I started cutting.  And it was a rush.  Seriously.  My heart was beating faster than when I jumped off that zip line platform.  I was giddy with excitement.  Because here’s the thing, yes I wanted my hair to be different and yes I wanted to feel different but I could have gone to a stylist and had that done professionally.  I didn’t just need short hair or change, but I needed to actually do something that felt like me again.  Something spontaneous, quirky and daring…without actually being truly irresponsible or dangerous.  That’s what I was really craving….me.  Moms don’t chop their hair off in the bathroom on a whim at 11pm on a Saturday night!  Respectable grown ups get their hair cut in the day time from a trained professional who actually knows what they’re doing!    
I just needed to know I was still in there.  And I am.   

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