Personal Challenges

While I've been extremely busy around here lately...piddle paddling in my own world....a list of things to do that only I can see through and accomplish...I seriously added a difficult one to the whole matter of things.

A personal ordeal for me...I've mentioned it once before and asked your opinion. Only because I was struggling with myself and the level at which my esteem rises and falls. I've been wanting to change up my hair and bring forth a special Pizz-zazz that I have sense been lacking for quite some time. It's been a long process. I've heard it before...the longer it gets the harder it is to let go. This my friends is the longest my hair has ever been. The last time I had it cut was the summer I found out I was pregnant with the girls...so 2009.

A nice before picture for you.

It's been growing ever since and here is where it stops. It hit me one day when I looked in the mirror during a self question session..."who are you? what makes you special? what are your desires?" (I'm goign to assume that you do this too...just to make me feel better) During those personal moments, I finally realized my biggest set back. My hair was my shield. It was my protectant.I was using my hair as a cover up. A rock to hind under when I felt down or low about myself. What was bad was that it was becoming more and more of an everyday thing. But I decided then and there that it had to end. Change was over due and I was tired of holding myself back on my own accounts.

The only way to make a change is to start at square one!

Drive yourself to the salon! Even though mine was only 5 minutes down the road next to the grocery store, I was scared! I went in with a plan though. Mike helped me pick out a final picture of a style and I took his advice to heart...literally. I loved the layers, the length, and how peppy it made her look. I prayed on my trip to the salon that I would walk out with that same peppy feeling instead of remorse. What do you think?

Does it make me look older? Younger? Do I look like a Moma now for sure?

All I know is there was a lot of me left on the floor at the salon. A lot of me...6 inches worth. But there were a lot more emotions. I'm happy though. I feel lighter; both mentally and physically.

Prettier.

 Less drappy.

When I wake up in the morning, I feel as if my day won't be held down by the strands on my head. I think my self esteem is on the road to a happier day.

Plus...now I can have fun with it.

I could have waited and waited. I could have come up with a multitude of excuses to prolong this extravagant change. But it was time overdue. I'm this way with a lot of things in my life..but I'm changing. There's no time like the now to take hold of what you got and make the most of it!

I love you guys (well, gals!) and how you stick with me through all my ups and downs, adventures and lulls. So a big thank you goes out to all my lovely followers and even those special guests that drop in every now and aday. You're special to me and have a very personal spot in my heart.

Sweet Luvins!!!