It is thick, and wavy, and has a crazy, now grey streaked, cowlick just like my dad had. I can wash it in the morning and it will still be wet when I go to bed. I go through a million rubber bands each year. I can tie it in a knot, I can wear it in a high pony tail, a low pony tail, or just down. It is probably too long, according to some people, for a 40 year old. It is one of my better physical attributes.
I have kept it longish for a long time - more than 20 years. Yes there have been flirtations with bangs, cutting it to my shoulders, layered all over the place. But I always return to the same style, long. Just like I wore it when I first met Doug.
Maintaining my hair took no maintenance at all. I got it cut, and then when it got too long again, got it cut again. I have never colored my hair - not for any paticular reason, mainly because I just could not find the time...but I had been considering it ever since I turned 40.
Tomorrow it all goes away - and with it I am sure part of my identity. I feel like the So Cal teenager I used to be with my long hair - carefree and fun.
We will see how I feel bald. I worry for my mother - not because she will be upset seeing me without hair, but because it may remind her of my infant self - and according to her I was super Bossy.
Sweet Dreams Rapunzel - you bossy wench.
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