jamie ann

I should have just rescheduled.

But I was stuck in traffic and running late so I missed my regular stylist. I could either wait another couple of weeks or see someone else.

Guess which one I did?

NEVER SEE SOMEONE ELSE.

Little bit of a back story: I keep my hair long. Very long, usually about mid-back or longer.

I’ve been told I have great hair so I’ve taken that and ran with it. And I think I do (when I put the effort in to making it look good instead of wrapping it up in a bun on top of my head).

So it’s kind of a security blanket for me. Maybe if people think I have pretty hair they won’t see the rest of me. The rest of me that I’m so uncomfortable with.

Chances are if you see me, I’m probably wrapping my hair around my fingers or fiddling with it one way or another. It’s what I do when I’m anxious or have something on my mind. Like I said – security blanket.

Anyway, I seen someone else. And now my hair is short. Anyone who sees me, will think I’m crazy for saying it’s short. It’s just past shoulder length.

But for me?

That’s short.

I can barely pull it in a bun without it sticking out everywhere. My pony tail is so short. It doesn’t feel right when twirling. It slips through my fingers too fast.

I feel kind of naked. And I don’t like it.

Moral of this story is: if there is bad mojo flying around on hair cut day?

ALWAYS RESCHEDULE.