My First Haircut

Yesterday, on the six month annaversary of the second brain surgery, I decided to get my first hair cut and color. Prior to the appointment I had avoided any kind of heated hair tool, hair dyes, sissors or cutting tool of any fashion. My hair had been pure. Well....no longer!!!

I now have a fun color, and an actual hair style! Woo hoo!!! I wish I could say that I am not my hair, but the truth is that I have always been a hair girl. With my short brunette hair I had been feeling like Harry Potter, and needless to say, that's not a sexy feeling. Now, I'm starting to find my mojo!

These past six months have happened so fast, and yet I feel like I've been reborn, and gained a lifetime of wisdom. I wouldn't say that I'm wise, but I have definitely learned an unreal amount of lessons.

I still wouldn't change my life, I'm a better person because of this tumor. The challenges are still facing me, I'm still getting back on my feet. I'm still working incredibly hard to fight this diagnosis, but at the same time I'm able to enjoy the gifts in life. In fact, this past week I was able to start up with my women's soccer league. I'm so grateful that I can run, and I can play. My life is wonderful. Even though it's literally raining outside, I feel like I have sunshine from the inside warming me. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's just how I feel. Things aren't always perfect in my daily life, and sometimes I worry more than I should, but I'm ecstatic about my life. This little lemon (as my friend AJ calls it - which is awesome!) does not define me, instead, it has developed me. I'm a different person. Like a new and improved version of Jess - Jess 2.0.