For most of my life, that was the, "I must cut my hair immediately!" length. That was before I knew how to braid or bun or do anything but a simple ponytail, when I still brushed my hair like it was a punishment and let it get caught in anything and everything (got it caught in a revolving door at a fancy hotel once).
Now that I know how to take care of it, I actually enjoy reaching new milestones like this. Maybe not while they're happening - I sat on my hair the other day! - but afterward there's always this burst of excitement that most people just wouldn't understand.
So congratulations!
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