For me, my hair was my couch. [See earlier post]
It was something, that for some reason, I couldn't let go.
I guess I had this idea, that somewhere, sometime, in my early to mid-twenties I would get married. And so in the recesses of my mind spawned this thought that I should grow my hair out for the wedding.
Whenever it would be. Because up-do's just don't work with short hair.
It was all subconscious - I swear.
So for the past four years I've been growing my hair out unknowingly why.
Until one day, several weeks ago I came to this realization.
I couldn't go on holding out for my future wedding day.
(I know. Such a dumb girl-thought, right?)
I have to live in the present.
So I decided to chop (this thought) off, so to speak - and made an appointment.
And so maybe you could consider me bitter and cynical for cutting my hair.
But I would like to think of it more as hopeful.
Hopeful that a wedding will one day happen.
Hopeful that I do have a future - up-do or not.
But not allowing that idea that I need long hair in order to get married to hold me back.
I need to keep going.
I need to stop holding back.
I need to Just Do Something.
It's kind of like letting go. And being free again.
So, what's your couch?