I’ve had my share of hairdos. The one above was my last perm. This photo was taken in Laughlin, Nevada the day I learned I’d sold my first piece of fiction — a short story to Woman’s World.
To the left is the length I’ve had most of my life. Then a while back I started letting my hair grow. Not for any particular reason. Understand, I’m not one of those women who pulls out the blow dryer and the curling iron every morning. Not even every month. My hairdos have always been the wash and wear kind.
So when I began to let my hair grow, I just pulled it up into a ponytail or a clip. It was short enough that I had a small ponytail. I thought about cutting it and began looking online at possible haircuts. But for so many of them, I’d already been there.
Ultimately, I kind of forgot about my hair. I would have it trimmed, highlighted, all that good stuff but I was pretty happy with my ponytail. But I have really thick hair so the longer it got, the harder it was to “clip” it up. My ponytail got so heavy, it didn’t want to stay in.
Not to mention the fact that I’m of an age when having long hair is frowned on by the people who make these rules. So naturally, I rebel at the rules, since that is my nature.
I began to struggle with what to do with my hair. I thought about going really short. Scary. Funny how once my hair got really long, I was nervous about cutting it.
But I live in Montana where any day now it is going to start snowing and get really cold. Which means my thick hair isn’t going to dry for hours unless I break out the blow dryer every morning. That seems to be defeating the purpose, wouldn’t you say.
So on a recent trip to Seattle I decided I had to do something.
So am I the only one who struggles with these kinds of big life decisions?