I had been looking forward to moving to Oregon for a few years. I actually didn't think we would be leaving Las Vegas in 2024, but yet, here we are. January was a chaotic, stressful, and yet fun month so far. Ronnie, me, and the doggos spent the last few weeks held up in one room in the house. To say it was tricky would be an understatement. We did laugh about it, which you have to do to keep your sanity. However, we made it through and it was definitely worth it. I'm posting some before and after pics so you can see our emerging vision. We have a ways to go, but the big stuff is behind us.
January is also my birthday month. For the first time in 10 years I was able to spend it with our daughter, son in-law, and grandson. It was the best day! I turned sixty-three. It sounds so weird when I say it out loud. Especially because in my mind I still think I'm thirty. LOL
I also have a confession. Going back to my childhood, which is a long story that I'll save for another day, I've had a little quirk about my hair. Now, we all know Italians are crazy when it comes to their hair. Never ever mess with our hair, but this goes beyond that. It sounds so frivilous when I say it, but it's true. I feel like all my positivity is in my long hair. I've definitely cut it over the years, but I would instantly regret it. There was only one exception.
Shortly after my grandma passed away, the grief was unshakable. I did the most drastic thing I could think of to shed the pain—I cut my hair. It was down to my lower back and I got a pixie cut. I loved it and kept it that way for a couple of years. Since then, it's been a rollercoaster and always met with depression. So when I got the yearning to cut it again, I thought long and hard about it. The urge to cut it was stronger than the phobia, and so I decided it was time. Now, I don't know what's different in 2025 from all the other years, but not only am I happy I cut it, I can honestly say when I see pictures of me with the long hair, I feel pain. It had become more of burden than a joy.
Is it Oregon? Leaving Vegas, a place that was home but never felt like home? Was it me facing the fears and screaming shut up? I'm not sure I'll ever know the answer, and that's fine. All I know is, is that somewhere, somehow, I turned a corner. I realize now that who I am is not in the length of my hair, or the curves of my body, or the shape of my face. I am who I am at my core. The inner me is the real me. No hair style, or outfit can change that.
Whew. I think that's enough sharing for today. Oh wait, a few pictures... we can still share those.
Middle
Finished for now-except that wire. It has to go. Ronnie's working on it.
My beautiful unicorn cake!
I love this length!
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