Why I Had to Cut my Hair

You’ll see a pretty drastic change in my appearance tomorrow as the update goes live on the site. I had to have a hair cut before leaving for my motorcycle vacation… Why you ask?

In November of 2017, I got a Mirena IUD inserted. That’s an intrauterine contraceptive device (coil) that releases levonorgestrel (synthetic progesterone). 

With it came a long list of side effects, some minors, some crippling and debilitating. My doctor sold me the idea that it would be great for my PMS and that I may not menstruate any more (whoohoo!). She talked about a few of the minor side effects, stating that they were very rare. She also warned me not to Google about the Mirena because… Myths and stuff. For the first time since the advent of the Internet, I didn’t do my research.

After a month of feeling like garbage, my body rejected the IUD. That was such a relief.

Chloe Morgane - New Haircut

Back to the hair.

One of the many, many, many, many side effects from this type of contraceptive is hair loss. I wasn’t immune to this. I decided to get a haircut because my hair was looking ridiculously thin, and with the length that they were it was getting annoying to pick up hair everywhere, all day long.

My hair is still falling out. Some days a lot more than others, but some other days, it looks normal.

Chloe Morgane - Short Red Hair

Although I didn’t get the hair cut because I wanted to make a change in my looks, I kind of enjoy the low maintenance of this style. And since my hair is naturally curly, no one would guess that I’m having this little hair loss problem!

I hope you’ll enjoy the change. What’s great about it is that as my hair grow back, I’ll be experimenting with new styles which will add some uniqueness to each update!

Reset Your Perspective

Here’s a little “How To” to complement last week’s post about creating a better perspective of dramatic events. I find these steps can be applied to most situations, past and present, and you should start with something relatively light to ease into the practice.

First, find something that scares you just a little, not something that terrifies you. As a human being, you’ll have plenty to work your way up. Your emotional reaction of fear toward this scary thing is an sign that your perspective can be changed.

Second, go inside yourself and dig to find the positive perspective of that thing that scares you. Ask your subconscious or your Higher Power, or who or what you believe in, to help you see it differently.

Last, stay open to the answer that you will receive. This is not magic, or voodoo-woodoo, it’s just the power of your brain at work. Believe the answer is perfect and understandable. It may come into little bits and pieces, but if you pay attention, it will come to you in a way you can make sense of it.

We’re already making up our own reality, so I don’t see why we should put up with what we’re supposed to feel about tragic events. I’m not saying we should be insensitive, indifferent, or apathetic. Simply that we have the freedom to choose whether or not an experience can empower us by creating our own perspective of the event.

Crazy? Not crazy? What’s your view?

Create a Better Perspective

Tragedy, horror, and trauma are just that, they’re tragic. When the news informs you of a disastrous event or when you live one yourself, you create a perspective of the experience with your life’s baggage that will resonate with your beliefs.

When you think you know what the experience of horror was like for the people who lived it, but there’s actually no one alive to talk about it, you made it up. And that’s just fine.

Since you can make up your perspective of what happened, and how it felt like, you might be better off making up a perspective that soothes you, not one that terrifies you. Your explanation of an event is the truth. It’s your truth, and it is what you believe.


Practice Overcoming Fear

It was scary to think of posting my thoughts about everything and anything that can make us into better human beings out there in the wild. I had and still have fears.

Would my English writing be understandable? Would I make ridiculous mistakes because English is my second language? Would you dismiss my views of the world because of the “job” I do? Would I be judged and mocked for my ideas?

It’s a wonderful feeling to face fear and get over it. The more I practice facing my fears, the stronger I get at overcoming them.

Turns out you guys are pretty cool. You’re great critiques, and your opinions spark new thoughts, and help me question my beliefs. I love it and that’s a lot of fun!

Thank you!

P.S.: Today is my birthday, I’m turning 43!