Week 81: Hair Cut

It was Friday afternoon and I was bemoaning the fact that I did not have any evening plans. Allowing myself to descend into the line of thinking that I was not “acting my age” and I should not be in the bush but in a city meeting new people and acting immature. When I know that even if I was in a city I would still want to spend my Friday nights watching movies and baking, I just would have more friends around. In order to fight off a pity party that I knew was fast approaching I decided I would cut my hair. About two and a half years ago I shaved my head for a fundraiser and had been enjoying the novelty of my long hair. However, recently it felt like it had gotten too long and unruly for bucket bath washing. Having shaved my head I had a catalogue of photos of how I looked with different lengths of hair that I could thumb through. After picking what I saw as a good length, I realized that my hair was actually longer than I expected and I would be able to donate the required 10 inches to Locks of Love. Roughly 1USD later, my hair is trekking around the world, hopefully to safely arrive in Florida sometime soon.  This simplified the hair cutting experience immensely and I simply put my hair in a low ponytail at the nape of my neck and took the scissors to it. Now I have never cut my hair before but I felt that I had enough hair that provided a sizable margin of error. The ponytail proved to be exceedingly helpful and provided me with a fashionably angled cut that I never could have done on purpose. I was very impressed with myself and only a little fearful that I accidently gave myself a mullet. However, the next day I had a meeting with other American Peace Corps Volunteers who were all impressed by my haircut and did not believe me when I told them I cut it myself. This immediately pacified me and made me grateful that my surroundings make me more willing to try new things.