hair today, gone tomorrow

After four years of letting my hair grow, I cut a large chunk of it off yesterday. It had gotten to the point where it was getting caught in my car door, between my back and the chair I was sitting in, getting in my mouth while I ate, and generally being a nuisance. Although it was beautiful with long, flowing locks and curls, it was time for us to part our ways. But I didn't just want to have it cut just to be swept up and deposited in some type of crude refuse receptacle. So I donated 10 inches of my hair to Locks of Love, an organization that creates wigs for kids with cancer. I am still able to pull it into a small ponytail, not unlike Steven Seagal during the glory days.