I cut all my hair off last week

and I don’t know why, yet…

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I cut all my hair off last week.

This can only mean a change is afoot.

I didn’t do it myself obviously, I’m neither brave nor foolhardy enough for that. I went to a local hairdressers and paid a nice man to do it for me.

It was a big chop. My hair was one length and well past my shoulders and now it’s jaw length and choppy. I told myself that it was because of post-partum hair loss. The 18 months of regrowth after I lost an insane amount of hair following the birth of my second child had become a sort of second haircut underneath my long hair. It meant that the top part of my hair was thicker and healthy looking, and the ends were thin and straggly.

But that’s not why I cut it. Not really. I cut it because something is changing. Shifting. I won’t know for sure why I cut it for a few years yet. But I know it is because of something significant.

The first time I cut all my hair off was when I turned 14. It was 1995 and I wanted a cool, bleached crop, like the supermodels in my magazines. But my communication skills were not what they could have been and for some reason I felt that bringing a photo of what I wanted to the hairdresser would make me look stupid. So, I ended up looking like Shane from Home and Away. Or at…