Some of this may be redundant (if we are connected on FB or Instagram), but if we are not, maybe you don't know that I chopped off all of my hair this weekend. Yup... I did it, and I was amazed at how much I thought about the decision. I feel like I have been mulling over it for weeks. Which, is a looooooong time in my world. (I am really impulsive.) I've spent the last 3 years growing my hair out, and IT GOT LOOOOOONG. Really long (well, long for me). Then... shocker.... I got sick of it. All of a sudden I felt like all of that hair was weighing me down. It was a burden to do. I HATED the entire process of washing, blow drying, straightening/curling, etc. So, I started not doing any of it. I had my hair in a slicked back, dirty, ponytail 5/7 days of the week. My long ponytail flopped in my face making me hot and annoyed in yoga class, and it swung behind me... back and forth... every time I walked, making me feel like a 9 year old. So... I went to Pinterest (duh) for ideas. (What in the world did we do before Pinterest? How did we plan weddings, decorate homes, come up with crock pot recipes, figure out the perfect messy up-do???) I put in every search string I could come up with... mid length hair, messy bobs, short blonde hair, mid length hair with bangs, etc. I searched by people who had cute hair cuts... Julianne Hough, Fearne Cotton, Nicole Ritchie, etc. I became a little obsessed... staying up too late admiring cute, messy, beachy bobs and becoming less and less enamored by hair that looked like mine. So.. I texted one of my BFFs, who also happens to be my stylist, and set up an appointment to chop it all off. I was pumped. My mind was made up and I was going for it! I was excited that is, right up until 2 hours before the appointment, then I started to second guess the decision. What if I hated it, what if it was MORE high maintenance, what if my boyfriend hated it (don't give me shit for that statement, I am no less of a feminist because I desire to be desirable to the person I love and who loves me), what if the end result was not a modern bob, what if it was soccer mom bob??? Shit! Right up until the second before the first cut was made I was indecisive. It is amazing how attached we get to our hair, isn't it? It's silly, really. I admire people who are constantly changing. I love the "balls" they have. The lack of fear. Their self-esteem. It inspires me. On the flip side I am always bored by people who never, ever change. Where is the fun (or growth) in that?? So... here you have it... my take on an old favorite... the bob. I'll admit that I didn't LOOOOOOOVE it when I left the salon... it always takes some "playing around with" on your own to get it just right, but after I got it all Real Housewives of New Jersey big with some curls and hairspray... I loved it. I'm sure I'll miss my long hair now and then, or scissor kick in the throat the first asshole who looks at me with absolute HORROR, but oh well. Life is short... don't be"SCURED"... switch up your damn, hair.