Defined by what?

Most of you have already seen that I cut my hair. It was a huge thing for me. I have always had long hair. The most compliments I get are about my hair. Everyone tells me how beautiful it is, and I should never cut it. As strange as it sounds, my hair was definitely a security blanket for me. I have talked about donating it for years, just never had the courage to do it. I honestly was scared I was going to look awful with my hair short. Then one day a friend asked me if I was defined by my hair. The word defined, really struck me. I realized I was defined by the long locks that were attached to my head. Hair shouldn't be an essential quality of who I am. I don't want any tangible or monetary thing to define me at all. That isn't who I want to be. I don't want people to say at my funeral, "She was okay, but her hair was amazing!" So after thinking about it, for one minute, I decided it had to go. I had all the courage I needed. Besides, I have a really long braid in a zip lock bag that is going to make an awesome wig for a little girl who needs it. I love doing things that are bigger than myself. I need to find more things I can do that aren't about me. Even though I do love attention, I didn't cut it to get attention. The hair was almost an obsession, so it had to go. Now if only I can do that in every area of my life-cut out the unhealthy, obsesesive behaviors. I suppose shopping will be next. HA! That's going to be a big one, maybe I should start with ice cream :)

That's all, for now....