Goodbye, shaggy.

I finally got me a haircut and I'll have the post-stylist results another time.

This may be odd but, I now understand the sentimental attachment when one grows their hair out. I've never had my hair that long in my life. Frankly, I'm not a fan. The last time I cut my hair was New Year's Eve while I was in the Philippines. The tail that I accumulated was liked by a certain few, and now I removed it. Part of me wanted to disconnect from everything that tail represented for me; a disconnect to reconnect.

I'm a new me once again and so a new style was in order. I really felt pretty wack having to Bieberize my hair just to keep it somewhat tamed. It didn't reflect how I really feel inside: confident, sexy & creative... among other positive aspects, of course. It seems that I waited pretty long just to get it cut, but I guess I was in my theoretical cocoon.

Spring has sprung.