The Long and Short of It: My Hair

Today, I'm going to blog about something trivial:

My hair.

Hehe. I've been sporting a short hair since late December last year. I had my hair cut last December 30 so I could welcome the new year with a new hairdo. How profound, isn't it? Haha! I've been wanting to cut my hair short for a long time, but I was hesitant because my hair is wavy and it has a sponge-y texture. I was afraid that it would mushroom if I cut it short since there would be nothing to weigh it down. So I would just tell my stylist (not my personal one, but the salon's. Haha. I'm just one of his regular clients) to just give me a haircut that would suit my hair condition, something that wouldn't make my hair mushroom. And he would give me a layered hairstyle, which looked great.

But I really was longing for short hair. So one day, I decided to tell him to cut it short, but not too short that I would have a "big hair". So he gave me a shoulder-length bob.

It's great. I loved it. After a couple of times of having my trimmed to that length, I decided to really go for a short hair. So I asked my stylist if it would be possible for me to have shorter hair without it going big. And because my stylist could work miracles (haha!), he gave me a short hair sans the mushroom-like look:

How my hair looked like right after having it cut

When I saw myself at the mirror, I was like, "Wow!" I loved it! Even my officemates, friends, and relatives said it looked good on me when they saw it. And so I've been sporting this hairstyle since December. My hair grows fast though, that's why I now regularly go to the salon for a trim (I used to be a salon-slacker. My hair trims were months apart haha!). I don't mind doing that though. Having regular trims are cheaper than having my hair undergo treatments like hair spa and others for maintenance. I've never had a hair spa, even if my hair used to be long. Hence the frizz and dry ends. 

So let me just recap my, ehem, transformation:

 


The last photo is a picture of me at the launch of furniture store Space Encounters's new collection. I was wearing contact lenses (yeah, since December I've been wearing contact lenses during events and whenever I feel like it.).

I'm happy with my hair, and I'll probably keep this style until I decide to get a new one. A pixie cut maybe? We'll see. :)

Choosing

I missed blogging. I've been away for sooooooo long that even I thought my blog was already dead. As usual, I'm always busy that perhaps everyone is tired of hearing this "excuse". Work and other commitments have left me with little time to spare for reading, blogging, hanging out with my family, and other things. And because I thought I could juggle everything, I held on because I knew I was pursuing two of my passions--I'm a writer and that's what I do for a living, and I get to sing in a choir thanks to my love of music.

However, I'm not a superhuman. My energy has its limits, and I don't have 26 hours a day to finish all the things that I have to do. Increasing demands both at work and at my choir led me to choose. Even if I'm saddened by it, I had to let go of singing in the choir so I could focus on my job. But choosing is part of life; sometimes, we just have to make tough decisions and we have to let go of something, even if it's our passion.

Since leaving my choir, I got to focus more on my writing. I got to spend more time planning my articles and writing them. If I needed to spend more time working, which means having to catch the last trip of the train going home, I could do so without worrying about rehearsals I would miss. And I wouldn't want to burden my choir, too, with the uncertainty of my attendance because of my unpredictable schedule at the office.

Maybe my life as a choir member is over for now. I don't know when I would have the chance to sing again, or IF I would ever have the chance to sing again. Whatever lies ahead in my musical life, only God knows that, and I'll always be thankful to Him for giving me an opportunity to sing for Him, even if, I'm not sure, that opportunity was handed to me just once in my lifetime.