cha cha cha chaaaaanges

Note: 

I hate change. 

Almost as much as I hate goodbyes. 

No matter what I do to my hair... I always revert back to my "classic"... long, blonde hair. Then sometimes... when I really feel like a fun little change (and have time)... I roll it with hot rollers for kicks and giggles. But don't get excited too quickly, it happens maybe once a month.

Second note: I also have "hair anxiety." You know... when you're afraid to get your hair cut because you're afraid they're going to jank it all up {yes, I just said jank}. Well this, dear readers... is the reason why *I* have hair anxiety...

I have psyched myself up for almost 3 weeks about going to get my hair trimmed. Then I finally went. I was so tense, my stylist could tell, so she told me to "relax." So I closed my eyes. And then I opened my eyes and my hair was gone. As in... it was on the floor, no longer attached to my head.

BEFORE:

{I posted this picture a few weeks ago, but it's a good shot of my long hair}

AFTER:

{yes, this was taken at my work desk. 

Yes, those are pink Christmas lights up in the background... 

but hey, I'm there for 8+ hours every day, so why not make it pretty?}

I feel like I look like I am 5 years old. This is not ok. 

ps. on a good note, my brother is the best. He is the one who got this picture first via email. And then proceeded to tell me everything I could possibly want to hear and more. I am so lucky :)