And now for one of those posts that seemingly has no emotional depth but that I've actually thought about quite a bit:
I think it might be time to cut my hair.
I mean, you've seen it. It is so insanely long. I don't think my hair has been this long since I was four-years-old and devastated my mom by chopping it all off before kindergarten began.
What is even the point of having hair so long? It's dead on the ends, and of course, I'm using the term "ends" loosely here, because it's probably more accurate to say that the split "ends" actually run the half the length of my hair.
Really, this only matters if I wear my hair down, which I almost never do, despite incessant requests from Iris. But waist-length locks are a luxury, and luxury and "mom" don't often go hand-in-hand. You can't have such long hair when an infant might grab hold whilst her fingers are caked in avocado, and it's a pretty serious risk to let it hang down when you're often leaning over the toilet with your toddler.
No, such long hair definitely isn't convenient.
But who am I kidding? I said I don't wear it down and it's true. But see, now it's so long, that "up" isn't really an option either. I had once mastered the top knot, but there's so much hair to get up there now, it never stays put! Not even with bobby pins! I've tried a myriad of braided styles, and though a few work to keep my hair back, who has time for that sort of "hair work" every day? Now it's just ponytails and low buns, all day, every day.
So why all the deliberation when the odds are clearly not in favor of long hair? Wouldn't it just make sense to cut it to a decent, reasonable, and manageable length? Yes. Yes, it would. But (maybe it's just because I just turned 29?) cutting off my hair seems like an end to something, I guess. Regardless of how short I cut it, this is probably the last time my hair is ever going to be this long, you know? It's like a letting go of a piece of youth.
All that to say what I said in the beginning, I think the time has come.
Photo by Eunice Brownlee.