A different kind of bravery

I haven’t had my hair cut in almost a year.  It was getting really long.  Like, ratty long.  I needed a cut.  We live in Alaska.  Plus, I couldn’t afford a cut.  Do you know where this is going?

I asked Lee to cut my hair for me.  No big deal.  Take off four inches.  Make it straight.  Easy.

I was wrong.  He took off at least seven inches.  It’s really short.  Much shorter than I wanted.  Lee declared at the end of the saga that we were never doing that again.

I thought I was being Alaskan.  It was brave of me.  Now I need to access a different kind of bravery and feel okay with my new short haircut.

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4 Responses to A different kind of bravery

  1. Take a picture! I want to see.

  2. Anonymous says:

    I bet you look just as pretty as ever!

    Hugs and love~Dottie

  3. Anonymous says:

    Yes – we need a picture! I cant wait to see it – and even with 7 inches gone it is still really long! Love Mom.

  4. Anonymous says:

    Missing you like crazy sistah…

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