Today was haircutting day.
I'll miss my hair, but I hope they'll be put to good use.
To get the length of donation needed (apparantly I measured wrong the other day), my hair is cut much shorter than I wanted. It was my choice - I could wait a month and let it grow or just let it grow on my head after cut. I chose the latter as I am a CUT MY HAIR RIGHT THIS INSTANT type when the mood strikes.
I'll take pictures later, but I think it most resembles this cut except it's shorter all over, as in verging on a pixie. And fluffier, as in mushroom-like, as in convex instead of concave. I am trying hard not to hate it. Or be angry at myself for going ahead when I knew the outcome would be shorter than anticipated.
Deep breath. Give it time.
I'm going to shower it out and start over. Hopefully that won't make it shrink more.
Gosh, change is hard, even altrustic, necessary change.
Honestly, would you expect anything different from me?