About a haircut and a selfie

Today I got a haircut, a mullet. I want to say it's not really a mullet, but it is. To say it's only mullet-adjacent is a shallow way for me to avoid feeling cringe and vulnerable about a haircut I like and have wanted for a long time. I felt good when I left the salon, and knew I'd be talking a photo to share online when I got home. It only feels fair to acknowledge the mullet for what it is. While taking those selfies, I was reminded that I haven't taken a selfie with the intention to post in so long. I felt out of practice. My Instagram acts a little like this blog, capturing and sharing moments as they happen. No curating, no themes, no schedules. Just notice, capture, share. And those moments don't really include selfies. Partially because I was self conscious for a while and also to sort of like cleanse myself from my teenage Instagram which was only selfies. Thinking back on that, I had no idea what I was doing. It sorta felt like those mobile games that reward you for checking…