I wrote a novel. And I am not talking about “Wer ist Jakob Winter” here. Unfortunately not. I wrote a novel article about my ongoing thougts about whether I should or should not cut my hair. About what my hair is and what it can be – and what it can’t. What I want it to be which is not possible: being very long and thick or at least no longer thin. I wrote about this dilemma many longhaired ladies go through after some years of growing when for some of them – like me – it becomes more an more obvious that dream and reality don’t match and probably won’t ever do. I wrote about patience and care, about hope and waiting and years passing by and so so many thoughts in my head. And I wrote about wanting to be the best me. Not a version of me that might be better one day, but now. I wrote about the whish to be positive and therefore do the best for me and my hair I can: loving it for what it is without envy, without longing for somebody else’s hair identity. I am the one who loves the colour seasons and body types as they help to make life easier and more beautiful, a better version of each of us in a very simple way. And I wrote about finally being fed up with waiting for something which might never happen to me: a real Rapunzel’s mane. About looking at myself in the mirror, mild and friendly and just accepting that for now my dream of long and healthy hair is again just a dream. I did not kill this wish, I just brought it to sleep for the next years until maybe my hair will have grown down thick and healthyly – or not and then I finally have a hairstyle doing the best for me it can. I also wrote about you, who I was afraid to lose, if I decided to cut. But now I am shure that you will stay, because you reflect what my blog already became. Haselnussblond is by far more than only hair, my topics are deeper and smarter than that and so are you. You are always loyal, friendly, communicative and well yes, just my community which I appreciate so much. And so finally I did it. I cut. And it feels free, what is the best my hair can do for me at the moment.
Let go of what no longer serves you.
So my hair might no longer be special in any sense. But I am a confident and positive woman my smile does not depend on my hair. But of course I will smile widely if I ever can come back of my dream to tailbone length. Maybe. Who knows? I don’t and so I worked with what I see and know and am happy to finally finally have hair which does the best for me it can. No thinned lengths, no hairloss leftovers, no curling iron damage, just my silky fine hair with an even volume and the colour I love. Me. And free. 😀