You might think that the title for this post is over-dramatic but I assure you, it's not. Perhaps I should start by reminding you guys of one of my greatest flaws as a human being. Patience; I don't haz it. Seriously, it's so bad it bothers even me. And no matter how I try and become a more patient person, I just can't. I don't know how. If ever there were any one who needed a 12-step program for impatience, it would be me. See where I'm going here?
This brings me to the eternal struggle I have with, wait for it, my hair. Now, if you've read for any length of time, you know that I do some pretty bonkers things with my hair, in terms of color. I guess I've had some "out there" hair styles as well {mohawk, anyone?}. For some reason, my hair has always been a great point of contention in my life.
I want it to be long. I really, really do. But my impatience always gets the better of me and I end up cutting it. And especially during the times of crazy colors, when I'm bleaching frequently, it just makes sense to have shorter hair. But I don't always want to keep it short, and the in-between kills me. Even though I am a hair stylist, I have the absolute hardest time doing my own hair. I blame it on the fact that I can't take my head off my shoulders and stand behind it. So when trying to go from short {and I mean really short. My sides were buzzed in November} to even chin-length, is like torture.
At the moment I am trying to grow it out. I think I've been trying to grow it out since I was in high school. If you ever asked me in the last ten years what I was doing with my hair, my answer was probably always "growing it out". You see, even though my hair has been what I would consider short most of my life, I don't necessarily want it that way. And therein lies the problem I addressed in the beginning. My lack of patience. Because to have the long awesomeness that I truly adore {like this, this or this}, you have to be patient. You also have to be nice to your hair, like no excessive bleaching, etc... Another thing I'm not good at.
But I think I've finally reached a zen moment about it. I just all of the sudden have this clarity. This is the year. This is it. I am going to grow my hair out. And it's not like I haven't done it before. I grew it out for my wedding {and it's just gotten shorter and shorter since...} But I was growing it out from a long-ish inverted bob and not a buzzed-on-the-sides-long-on-top mess.
I'm thinking about it this way: my hair grows, roughly, an inch a month. If I can make it to the summer, that's at least six or seven inches. My promise to myself is to put the shears down. I can do this. I can abstain from over-coloring and a pair of sharp scissors. It won't be easy, and I predict a major decline in self-portraits for the next several months, but I'm determined.
I'm ready.
*Yes, I'm aware I just wrote a very long and involved post about my hair. Deal with it.
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