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guys, how much do you love haircuts? a lot, right? we're all on board with that. i love haircuts. though you won't be able to tell - i get it cut once a year. i typically treat my hair like a blanket that someone draped across my head. i think it's great that it's up there - it makes my large round face look less weird but i'm not about to start spending my time twirling it and applying product. so i just let it hang up there, like a furry veil. and out of nowhere, it'll just hit me that i haven't had a haircut in a long time and suddenly, shit gets urgent. IT NEEDS TO ALL BE GONE NOW! I AM LIVING LIKE A CAVEWOMAN OR AN EIGHTIES GLAM ROCKER! GIVE ME ALL THE SHARP THINGS AND LET ME TAKE CARE OF THIS SITUATION STAT!

so i sent up an appointment on monday. and i went. and i felt guilty that i ignore my 'do consistently. i made small talk with the fancy lady flashing the sheers. and now i'm sporting slightly shorter locks that feel infinitely lighter and healthier.

but the better part of getting a haircut? feeling like it's a fresh start. it's difficult to make changes to how you live or what your career path is or how you're perceived by your peers. but getting a haircut is immediate, and in your control, and noticeable. and if you can do that, maybe you can do all those other things. maybe this is a new version of yourself. this is the start of you finally becoming who you really are. (i've been watching mad men a lot, can you tell? i feel like i'm writing copy targeted at betty draper right now.)

so the long and short of it is (but more aptly short): i got my hair cut.