If you are reading this, it means my hair is dead.

Ok... not dead.  Just mostly gone.  I got it chopped.  Or, I should say, I'm getting it chopped.  I'm writing this a few days before my appointment.  I've decided on the look.  It's an above the shoulder length - a long bob, I think they're calling it.

I haven't had my hair this short since 2009.  I got a reverse bob after my sister's wedding, and that actually went pretty well.  But then I grew it out so it'd be easier to take care of during school.  I've since fallen in love with a variety of buns and other updos and kept it long.  And I like it.  I like what it looks like long and done well.  But I like the feel of it when it's all up.  Off my face.  Off my back.  I can read with nothing falling in my eyes... You get the drift.  Long is fun; and I've enjoyed it.

But, I needed a change.  I can't even always explain why.  I've been tempted to do something even crazier.  Like, on the drastic scale, what I wanted was a 10 and this is a 6.  The nice thing about this length is that I can grow it back out or go even shorter.

I am all nervousexcited for the cut.  I feel anxious.  I feel ecstatic.  I want to tell everyone.  I want it to be a total surprise.  It's the strangest feeling.  The other day, I was 100% positive that this was the only look for me right now.  Then today I was back on pinterest looking at pictures of long hair.

But I am excited.  Really truly excited.  I can't wait for that can't-go-back moment.  To hear that metallic sound of scissors cutting through thick hair.  For 7, 8 inches to be cut away.  For that startling sensation of running your hands where there used to be hair. 

My hair will be better for it.  It feels dead and heavy on the ends.  It needs a breather.  And I'm so excited for a completely different 'do.  The plan is that it will still be long enough to pin back.  But I want to curl it as often as possible.  I love the pics I've been seeing of shoulder length curls.  I'm sure there'll be plenty more to experiment with.

It's just... time for a new season.

So adieu, hair.  You've been my best hair.  You went red with me.  It's just time to give you a break... who knows where we'll go from here ;)

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I was so nervous today that I had to read this to myself right before the appointment.  But I shouldn't have been so worried.  Looks good!  Pics to follow soon :)