hair anxiety

when i lived in the dorms, oh so long ago, my good friend nathan used to call me and ask to speak to my hair. after he left on his mission, he would write letters addressed to my hair. this is all proof of how my hair is its own entity, how it practically is its own persona. seriously though--it does what it wants, and there is nothing i can do to it. end of story.

when i lived in the dorms, my hair looked like this:

i hated it by the end of the year and chopped it off. it felt awesome.

(clearly, my only friends are from freshman year. oh dj.)

however, my hair has been growing consistently and it now is this long (although nobody would ever actually know that because it is always in a bun or a braid. don't blame me, blame my lack of hair-doing skills):

(my hair looks deceptively good in this picture. it never looks this good. this is just right after i got out of the shower and then put it into a bun before it could frizz.)

now i am having hair anxiety. i'm having a hair cut on friday in california. (not that i travel to california to get my hair cut, i just will be out there and will have a hair cut while i'm there.) and i don't know what to do.

i have always wished i had the guts to do something like these styles:


so i need advice. there are two options:

1. trim the dead edges off and keep growing it out (so i can hopefully donate it) and leave it long.

2. chop it. fro it. love it. the only question is... am i brave enough?