What is one thing you've always been too afraid to try?

The last few days you guys.......have been insane at work.

I can only blame it on the shorter work week and piling a weeks worth of staff meetings and issues all into 4 days. Also recognizing that for some reason, Thursdays end up getting slammed with the most meetings that have been in the office late playing Outlook catch up until I can actually leave at a time of....tbd. 

Thursdays also are becoming a pre-emptive admin day for me so that I can have Fridays with less bottlenecks. It just seems to make more sense of prioritizing tasks before Friday so I can have a day free of issues....for the most part.  I can try right? 

At the time of writing this, this office is starting to clear out and I'm still addressing some concerns from my doctors and waiting for my boss to call me back. I think she lives here at work tbh... 

How about we break up the monotony and address todays topic? hOk. Let's get into it 

There’s one thing I’ve always been afraid to try—something that, in theory, grows back but emotionally feels like jumping off a cliff.

Cutting my hair short. We've ALL fantasized about it!

I don’t mean a trim. I mean the kind of cut that makes you question your whole personality. The kind that requires styling tools and confidence. The kind where there’s no ponytail to hide behind.

And maybe it sounds dramatic, but there’s something about long hair that feels safe. Familiar. Predictable. It’s the comfort blanket I’ve carried into every awkward phase, every bad date, every “I swear I’m not crying, my allergies are just bad.”

But sometimes… I think about it. About walking into see Kayla and saying “chop it.” About letting go of what’s safe and easy and seeing what’s underneath. About finding out if I can pull off edgy. Or chic. Or just… different.

I’ve convinced myself I’d look like a thumb. That I’d miss my run bun. That I wouldn’t feel feminine enough or flirty enough or me enough. But maybe that’s exactly the point. Maybe fear hides in the little things. The inches we hold onto. The image we think we have to maintain.

I haven’t done it—yet. But I’ve gotten close enough to save a Pinterest board. And that’s something.

Because sometimes bravery doesn’t look like skydiving. Sometimes it looks like sitting in a salon chair, heart racing, and saying: “I’m ready.”

I might make the next blog post about hair because I've been wanting to go all natural with the color but I'm DEFINITELY too afraid to do that lol my hair is getting more and more grey and I think black and white would look edgy as hell. 

Peep the Pinterest board for where my brain has been....who knows what I'll do you guys!

Hanging it up for the night, not cooking, just going home and going straight to bed......so glad I already ran this morning.... goodnight friends.