Hair yesterday, gone today.

Change. Change is a good thing. And if it's not good at least it means something is different.

As a little girl I usually spent all school year growing my hair, not paying much attention to it other than which side of my head the pony should go on. But then summer would roll around an I knew it was time for a good chop!

So there I went to the salon of a family friend. $1 for every year of life to get my hair cut. A few minutes and a pony tail or braid of hair later I was free! I lived the freedom it brought; the feel of bluntly cut pieces resting on my neck, the inability to put it back. Smooth layers and nothing much to care for.

I had a similar experience today. 15 years later I still do the same thing. Grow it out only to chop it off! What can I say? I like change, ease, and not to mention a little drama. Can't beat change.