A Year of Hair

I have always been that girl that measures years 

by things that aren't actual calendar years.

For instance, in high school most of my years were measured by Sooner Youth Camp. When a new camp session would come, it would mark a new year for me. Every. Year.

In college, it's been more of a mixture of things: 

jobs, relationships, classes.

But this past year, it was hair.

A year ago today - I chopped my hair off. 

This might not seem like a big deal to you, but I have also always been the girl (up until college) that gets her hair cut different every single time she gets a hair cut (which is about every six weeks). 

But for some reason, I had decided to grow my hair out and had been working on it for 3 years. 1/7th of my life. 

Until January 27, 2010 rolled around and 

I decided upon waking to cut it off. 

I only told 3 people and went that same day. 

Getting my hair cut changed my life.

(And yes. I'm probably being slightly dramatic. What's new?)

So please, join me in a recap of my last year in hair. 

(Even though it starts in November. 

I had to give you something to compare!)

Idabel Weekend 2009:

 Friends' Thanksgiving 2009:

 New Year's Eve 09-10:

 Dodgeball Tournament

January 2010 (last picture with long hair):

 Spring Sing 2010:

(It's gone!)

 Pi Banquet 2010:

 July 4, 2010:

 Sometime in November 2010:

 Last night, January 26, 2011:

It has been quite a year with short hair. 

I've lived and loved and everything in between. 

And you know what? 

In this moment, I don't think I would trade the past year for anything. 

Because when it all boils down to it, I am more like God on January 27, 2011 than I was on January 27, 2010. 

He certainly knows what He's doing.

Even when I don't.