Time To Shake It Up

I am going to cut my hair. Short. Maybe even shorter than last year. The question is...what should I do with it?

This is always a tough choice. I know that I always build haircuts up, love them for a few days, and then realize all the things I can no longer do with my hair, and then I hate it for a few days. And I've always, always loved to play with hair. Mine, somebody else's, doesn't matter. It's fun. It's how my cousins and I would literally spend hours when we were little. (And now two of them have gone to cosmetology school.)

What I'm really trying to say is...I'm just not good at change.

I wrote this a while ago, but it fits, eh?

Hair Wars

This hair swirls before my eyes and lips,

Sticks stubbornly to chapsticked lips,

Refuses to surrender to my hair tie even for a split second.

This hair decides to be smooth and tame,

Cooperates easily when it doesn’t matter,

Innocently taunts me to a sigh because nobody will see.

This hair flares up with static and frizz,

Loves my cheeks shamelessly,

Clings to hands that fight it all in the name of beauty.

This hair competes with products and pins,

Defends resolutely against my brush,

Forces my eyes to water.

I consider a haircut.