Embrace Change Recklessly

***Warning*** Before embarking on this blog post, be aware several selfies are lurking ahead. Proceed with caution and at your own risk. ;p

I’ve been cleaving to my long hair for years, equating long hair with beauty. Plus, people often gave me compliments, thereby perpetuating the idea.

Furthermore, it was virtually maintenance free for me. All I did was wash and go. No blow drying, no products…no style. lol!

I was okay with that for a looooong time. Too long, like my hair. Recently though, I realized I wasn’t really doing anything with it…except letting it get scraggly on the ends. Yuck. 

My solution to that? Well I tossed my hair back into a messy bun, of course!

Easy peasy!

And boring.

Confession: I’ve long admired pixie cuts. They seem sassy, fun, modern, and retro all at once. I envied the women who could sport them. I never thought I could pull it off.

Now, I’ve made a lot of changes in my lifestyle over the last couple of years that’s allowed me to lose 84 pounds. (Thank you, Weight Watchers!) With the weight loss, I’ve gained some confidence, I’ve embraced my fashionista side (shopping is FUN, gasp!), and I’ve realized my face (which I heretofore considered way too fat and moonlike for a cute haircut) has thinned out quite a bit. (A friend even pointed out my cheekbones; I’m not sure I believe him yet, but don’t tell him, okay? It’ll be our little secret. *wink*)

(Left: before; Right: after)

It occurred to me (finally) that I didn’t need to hang onto a tired, drab style anymore. I could break out of my rut and try something new. 

So I did.

I embraced change with abandon. Instead of trimming or cutting a few inches off, I dove straight into a pixie cut. 

And I love it! 

(Before, obvi.)

(After: SQUEE!)

Here are some extra selfies of the process:

(Bye bye hair!)

(Mid way)

(Over 26 inches waiting for donation. SA-WEET!!!)

How about you? Ever take the scissors to your hair? What to you prefer for yourself–long or short? 

Devastation in Haiti

Over lunch today, a friend and I discussed the tragedy that befell Haiti. She and her boyfriend have family members there, some of whom are not yet accounted for.

As I’ve gone through my day, my thoughts frequently return to the unsettling news. I pause, take a deep breath, and suppress the swell of empathic agony I feel for hundreds of thousands of strangers in a desperate situation.

As my friend and I discussed, what can we do? How can worried loved ones survive the next weeks and months without knowing if family and friends survived? How can a country with limited resources begin to recover?

In moments of helplesness, my reflex is to search exhaustively for ways to do my part. Though I cannot physically be there to offer my hands and feet in aid, I can offer assistance in other ways.



Offer my support to friends and family who have loved ones in Haiti.

Pass on the word.

If we all come together, we can make a difference. Join me in my efforts and the efforts of the thousands who have already done the same by donating your time, money, prayers, emotions, and by spreading the word.

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