Little Ways We Evolve

Little Ways We Evolve - Hair

Now that's an odd title for a blog post but bare with.
My hair is a very accurate barometer for where I am in my head. Anytime there's a change (first time I lopped it off- leaving home for boarding school at 11 & then preggo with 1st kid ) or even more pressing, a dip into the pit of depression (the other times it's been cut off). Anytime things are overwhelming, I reach for the clippers . It gives me a sense of liberty that I can't actually replicate. However this time around, I'm cutting my curls off because I actually can't keep up with the demands of coloured hair care. My life is too busy & active to be doing with the whole shebang.

During my runs I can feel the heat radiating through my fro. I'm not a fan. What I'll miss though are my crazy curls. I love them so much!! Missing them made me try growing them out. I even gave my hubby strict instructions to not let me cut them off. You see, I know what I'm like!

I'll probably just dye it brown & then see how I feel by Christmas: if I still want to cut it off then I'll begin the year with my grade 2 hair cut.
For now, we wait!

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