I'm really surprised I went through with it. Some people suggested I just cut a little off every few months to see if I liked having shorter and shorter hair, but I'm pretty much an all or nothing type person. Plus if I chopped a little off at a time I wouldn't have my long braid to keep to commemorate such a huge change. I would've loved to donate my hair, but it's been color processed and places won't accept anything except natural hair. Bummer because such long hair is so hard to come by (and the wig makers are just going to color process it anyway).
I was surprisingly calm as my appointment date neared. I would have moments of sheer panic as the date raced towards me, but everyone around me was 100% supportive and understanding of my little moments of crazy. For the most part I was pretty Zen about the whole thing. Dennis knew I would need someone there with me (in the extreme likelihood of my inevitable tears), so he went in to work extra early the day of my appointment and got off early enough to make my appointment. I have the best husband ever.
As nervous as I was all week leading up to the big day, once I actually sat in the chair, I felt okay. When Ricky, my hairdresser, started cutting my braid, I thought I was going to panic, freak out, and immediately regret my decision. But I was okay, and actually felt pretty good. It's only been a couple of days since The Cut and I'm still trying to figure out exactly how I feel about the whole thing. I like having short hair, though. I definitely don't regret my decision. I think my bangs ended up a little too short, and the back ended up a little too long (I like the length of my bangs in the lower right hand picture), but hair grows (and can be cut), so I'm going to have fun playing with my hair as it grows and changes.
Here's to another thing done on my 101 list! Now let the growing begin!