In the words of my husband, "WHAT UP JITS!!"
Hopefully that's not offensive in real life. Who knows. I'm not from Florida.
Anywho.
Let's see...from January until now.
Uhhmmm.....
*I worked. I worked enough to get 2 year of critical care experience at my level 1 trauma hospital and DIPSET OUT THAT JOINT in May. They almost got me. ^_^
*I applied for the job in Alabama to be closer to my boo and got it pretty quickly. I moved here in July and got an apartment. I miss my coworkers. I Never thought I'd work at a place where I wanted to keep in contact with my coworkers. Hanging out with them outside of work too??!! Unimaginable! But those are cool peeps. Even invited almost a dozen to my wedding. I miss the nurse culture there too. That place revolved around the nurses. And the nurses weren't taking no mess! At least from the doctors. I liked the teaching atmosphere. Here in good Ole Bama I feel like I've gone back half a century. Do I Look like your personal secretary??? Why are there paper orders of all things??!! I'm chillin though. I make the second black nurse close to my age on that unit so I wouldn't want to mess it up for her. (You'll catch that later.)
*Got married.
*Almost went crazy with wedding planning. Wedding planning is not for the faint of heart.
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Hey look! Its us! |
*I finally started making moves to do some travel assignments.
Let us fast forward to now.
I want to cut my locs. Let's see if I can find some comparison pics...
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January 2013 |
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Today after a fresh wash. Its pretty much the 'same' length my loose natural hair was before I started loc'ing. Longer actually. |
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Look at that new growth, baby!! |
I've always loved my new growth; even when I was relaxed. Here's the thing. I like having locs. They are very low maintenance. They are at a length where I can wash them and still feel relatively cute enough without a retwist. Which brings me to this point. I hate how it feels to have my hair retwisted. I don't like the scalpy look. I want big hair. I wanted to have loose BIG hair. I don't want my big chop to be tied to something corny. No new years resolution BC, no 'I'm pregnant' BC, or 'its my __th birthday' BC stuff.
I think loc'ing my hair was the first step to try and separate feeling accomplished (and cute) from my hair's style or length. It took dedication to not take this things out!! I still have hair goals that I have every intention of reaching...but this time with my sanity in tact. ^_^
*sings* Somebody cuuuut [and style and possibly dye] my haaaaaaiiiir....