just call me shorty

OK, the Big News I promised yesterday, which might not be so big to you... I cut my hair today - or rather, I had it cut. Short. And I mean short. I went to see Kathleen Brennan - hair stylist, photographer, neighbor, friend - armed with a stack of photos and a well thought out description of what I did and did not want to have happen to my head today. She listened, took her time, and literally three haircuts later, gave me just what I wanted, a short but feminine haircut that makes me giggle and feel about seven years old... only a whole lot smarter.

Hair... we spend a lot of time, energy, and cash on our hair don't we? What curious creatures we are. I've wandered around for years with a mane of disobedient curls. Recently I began to realize that I was too identified, and still not happy with, all that hair. As we continue to weed our life here of things we don't want or need, I also find myself letting go of old thoughts and feelings, and old ways of seeing myself. It crept up on me gradually, but then I realized that my hair was just another Old Thing I no longer needed. Old and in the way. Time to let it go. I feel light and lit up. And I know better than to proclaim that I'll never have long hair again, but for now this shows on my outside how I feel on my inside.

So here you go... the Before...



And the After...