5. Make a once a month donation to an organization that could use it - DONE!
So the last time I posted about this, I didn't mention June. Because something was in the hopper for June that I am so nervous about, that I didn't even want to post and ACKNOWLEDGE it. And it's so silly, considering I rappelled over the edge of that dang building. SCARDY CAT.
I have no idea why, but I have this ridiculous attachment to my long hair. I used to be the same way when I was a little kid and I wouldn't let my mother even come NEAR me with scissors. Around fourth grade, I FINALLY decided to get it cut...and it was still long, but I remember going into school the next day and everyone was all, "WHHAAA?? You CUT your HAIR!?!? YOU??!?!" You would've thought I amputated an arm or something. My long hair was part of me...part of what I was known for.
Then for awhile I'd grow it out long, and cut it all off short, rinse repeat, over and over again. But it's been consistently long now since about 2005. Yes, I've had trims here and there, but I haven't had short hair since I was in my early twenties. At one point after the baby was born in 2007, I had so many people tell me that "that long hair isn't going to last long with an infant pulling on it! You'll get a nice, short, respectable mom-cut in no time!"
So then I kept it long just to prove a point. ;)
And tomorrow I'm getting 10 inches cut off, to be donated to Locks of Love. Over my 30 years (ha! 30! Still getting used to that..) I've had LOTS of people mention Locks of Love to me, because for the majority of my years I've had long hair. Tomorrow I'm actually doing it. SIGH.
And I know it's a good cause, and will help little children with cancer, and that's AWESOME, but right now I can't even THINK about the good, because I'm too busy freaking out, mourning the loss of my long hair that is still attached to my head at this moment.
This week has been very emotional for me because I know pretty soon it will be gone. I know, I know, totally dramatic, but I'm very attached to my hair. Call me vain, but that's the one thing I really really like about myself...my long hair. I may have a Samson and Delilah complex...losing my hair makes me lose my power, haha.
So this week I decided to be really kind to my hair, and not blow dry it or torture it too much. I only flat ironed it once this week. I used really nice moisturizing conditioner..I rinsed and REPEATED, just for the heck of it. And soon, I found myself randomly taking pictures of my hair while it's still long and still belongs to me. How ridiculous am I, right?
Then tonight, as she was getting ready for bed, Sadie caught me brushing my hair staring in the mirror just a LITTLE too long and she said, "Mommy, you look like the old lady from 'Tangled' when she's brushing the little girl's hair."
Anybody who's seen 'Tangled' knows that being compared to the crazy old lady is not a good thing.
And that was just the dose of back-to-reality I needed to remember, it's JUST HAIR. It will grow back, and who knows, maybe I'll actually LIKE it 10 inches shorter! (Probably not, but I'm trying to stay positive.) ;)