My brother-in-law was once looking at pictures of Adam and me on Facebook and told me that he could scarcely recognize me in the different pictures from over the years as I changed my appearance so often.
This comment caused some introspection, and I realized that I get bored easily with my hair styles, and I change them up a lot.
I recalled this conversation when I was recently looking back at pictures of myself from the last 12 months.
In reverse chronological order:
This blog post doesn’t really have a point, except to say that I am now growing out my hair in my natural color(s), so I don’t think you’ll see a lot of drastic changes in my upcoming pictures. Aside from, of course, my hair becoming longer. I figure in six to eight years I’ll have it where I want it in regards to length. Those who know me from my twenties know that this is not an idle life goal for me.