Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Cold nights. Longer hair. Seems like a sensible option. (So does hibernation, to be honest. But sadly work won’t pay me if I remain in a burrow rather than going to the office.)
Women seem to be allowed to change their minds on a lot of things, and changing the length of your hair almost goes with the territory. It’s kind of expected. So I don’t know whether I’ve been delayed in doing so, or whether it’s in keeping with other decisions in life. Other people change jobs every couple of years, it seems. I’ve been in mine seven and a half years, mostly, and that’s showing all the signs of continuing.
Anyway. Rapunzel effectively (for me), growing my hair a bit, as it’s been short for ages. Easy to do in the mornings. Practical. That kind of thing. But even a little change, and it feels quite different. Suddenly I can hide behind it a little (one of the reasons why people like having longer hair, or at least when you do when you’re in your teens, female, and a bit shy). I have a choice of styling options! So far this mostly runs to a) behind the ears and b) not. But it’s a start.
Where this will lead to, I don’t know. Thankfully the bloke is already in the picture, so I don’t have to go for major long hair growing like Rapunzel herself. (It’s just as well, given the nasty bits about Rapunzel’s bloke falling in briar patches and that sort of thing.) But a little change is a useful thing…if only for turning into a story now and then.
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