As the nearly life-long possessor of long hair, almost a year ago, I cut it off. I went from 27 1/2 years of carrying my hair to mid-back – to a chin-length reverse bob.

And so began my quest for the Pixie Cut. I’ve always wanted one. Always have been told I could pull it off with my small frame, face shape, and small features (I still don’t know if I should consider that a comment or not…). Every two months I would go in for a trim. Getting a little more trimmed off than before each time.

Then came the leap. Bringing my hair to just gracing my ears. Giving me bangs (a task in itself with the cowlick I have) and buzzing the back of my neck…

24 hours later, I wish I had just trimmed it. Lessons learned. I knew there’d come a day when I cut my hair and didn’t like it. It just took almost 29 years to do it.

But, as my husband (who insists it makes me look beautiful) says: It’s just hair. It will grow back.

Right?