02/ 01/ 2019
Isn’t there a saying about not making big decisions (or any decisions, really) when you’re feeling rash? It’s the cousin of the rule that one should never grocery shop when hungry and the bff of Billy Joel’s advice to never argue with a crazy mind. Here, let’s ask google.
Eh. Not quite what I was looking for, but the idea is the same. You should never, ever, ever make a decision when you’re not quite yourself. Wait! I just remembered. You should never make a decision when you’re drunk. That’s it. But I’ve never been drunk and I wasn’t drunk this morning, but boy howdy did I make a decision.
Do you ever wake up feeling impulsive? Do you ever have this overwhelming urge to do something crazy? Something that doesn’t seem big to others but is big to you? Something you’ve talked about and mulled over and discussed with others then talked yourself out of? That was me today. I don’t know if it’s cabin fever from being trapped in the house all week with a sick baby, a sick husband and a choir of coughing children, but I woke up today and felt like I was on a TV-Y7 version of Snapped.
After some quick googling, watching half a YouTube video and spam texting my sister with no replies, I decided to throw caution to the wind and listen to the adrenaline-hyped butterflies in my stomach. I was going to stop talking about doing something and actually do it.
I blasted Woman by Ke$ha, brushed out a triangle at the top of my head and grabbed my scissors. I trust your intelligence enough to know where this is going, but just in case you got hung up on the triangle hair bit, let me tell you.
They’re choppy and crooked and I am 100% going to my stylist tomorrow so she can even me out and add some layers, but I am living for the front fringe. I was worried I’d regret cutting them, but with each snip I felt more alive. I realize I could have just scheduled an appointment and got them done “right” the first time, but I think deep down I knew I needed them to happen this way. If my bangs weren’t born from impulse, I don’t think they’d have been born at all. (It’s totally normal to talk about hair like a child, right?)
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who helped me along this journey.
HAPPY FRIDAY, FAM.