It's all about the hair

"Drastic times call for Drastic measures"
So the saying goes.

Yesterday wasn't a good day for me. for one, i woke up on the wrong side of the bed. There were a lot of mishaps as i went about my work. Emotionally, you don't wanna ask. I was high as cloud nine the other day only to fall hard and flat on my face. Lastly, home isn't that safe a place nowadays. The solace i once found there is missing.

On an impulse, my mom and I went to a salon to get our hairs done. I've long wanted to get my hair cut. My old hair was boring me. I got this hot oil treatment -a first for me, and a haircut. All I wanted was just a slight shift from my long hair. The barber had something else in mind. He/she (not quite sure what to use. hehe) wanted to cut my hair short! I wanted to have some time to think about it but time, that I did not have. With all the emotions trapped inside me that day, I gave myself that what-the-hell-I'm-gonna-do-it push and went along with it. I left my fate in his hands, in hopes of getting that new drastic look.

And I did.

When he/she said short, he/she meant REALLY short! This probably is the shortest hair I've ever had, except for some strands in front which are slightly longer than the rest. I'm a little scared and hesitant, afraid of what others might say. I'm not sure if I can pull it or if I'm carrying it well. Then i stop. I've been pleasing other people long enough, it's time I learn how to gather all my strength, tip my chin up and walk as if I own the world. Then, probably, the others will see that as well. After all, "Confidence is the key". So another saying goes. :)