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No, I did not have a meltdown, though at times I feel as though I am on the verge one. 
Stress does it to you; It is a natural part of being a human - it's unavoidable. 

According to google:

stress
stres/
noun
  1.  1.
  2. a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances.
    "she's obviously under a lot of stress"
    synonyms:strainpressure, (nervous) tension, worryanxietytroubledifficulty
    informalhassle
    "she's under a lot of stress

A few weeks ago, while on Pinterest during lunch, I searched short hair cuts. 
Yes, I was thinking of going short again. 
One of the reasons being that I had chunks of hair falling out on a daily basis. Seeing those chunks caused my stress levels to increase. 

You now probably figured out what I did.
If you guessed, cut my hair off, then you are correct.
I scheduled the appointment and didn't think about it twice.

Oh how liberating it was to feel the weight being chopped off!
If you know me, you know that I've shaved my hair off three times in honor and memory of my daughter who passed away to leukemia, so chopping my hair off once more was not a biggie for me.

It will grow back I tell those who question my decision.




Throughout the years, I have come to the realization that hair does NOT define me.
Hair, no matter how long or short, straight or curly, fine or thick, is an accessory.
It compliments, not defines.


 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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