I was complaining about how tiresome looking after my hair was when Liz asked me why I kept is so long.

She got me questioning  why I kept it so long.

I kept it long for Beckett.

Beckett who is no longer mine.

Since the why is now irrelevant to my life, I went for a haircut the same day.

The dead ends needed to be cut off and I needed to take a step forward.

No more blonde ombre.

No more long hair.

I needed to take control of my life once again and this was just the first step.

Tomorrow I will take another.

And then another.

But for now, I will need to get used to my new hairstyle.