Where to start? The title already tells you a lot, especially that everything is great. I was down south in the Allgäu again meeting my beloved Rapunzel friends. Haartraum-Nessa was our host as usual – and she was my hairdresser too. I was so happy and relieved that I could go to this little trip! In fact the babybump did not cause any troubles. Something which was really a bit insecure only two months back, so I am really grateful for my well performing body.
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. 😀
Indeed. And it was overdue. Unfortunately. A little. Because that my hair needed a cut so badly was mostly because I curled it twice with my curling iron. My dear Luise can curl her hair occasionally with her straightener without damaging her mane significantly, so I thought maybe I could do so too…? But no, my hair is not Luise’s hair and also not comparable to the manes of other ladies I admire on Instagram. Do you know @sarahannabella ? Oh my gosh, she is almost unreal… Bleached and curled hair on such a length. This is something my own hair smiles about mildly – before it breaks off.
Holidays. Vacations. Coming to rest. These are my top priorities right now. And that is why my blog sees fewer updates than you are used to. But there will be other times again soon. For now I enjoy my free time to recharge.
And really I tend to duck and cover now. Because… as the title tells you it went way different than expected. What happend?