It is a sad day for fuzzy faces everywhere. Yesterday I shaved off my beard in preparation for a job interview I had today. Removing it was a lot more emotional than I expected it to be, but what can I say, hair all over my face is what I saw for three months every time I looked in a mirror, now all all of a sudden it’s gone. I’ve been doing a double take every time I see my reflection. Although there was some initial apprehension, I really grew (no pun intended, seriously) to enjoy having my face covered in hair. I’ve already noticed how much colder my face is when I go outside. Getting rid of it at this time is kind of serendipitous because it gives my beard a lifespan of almost exactly 3 months to the day, and as such almost exactly the length of winter, which makes it a Winter beard, which I think is kind of cool, right?

Anyway, this is the first time I grew beard that I really enjoyed it, and I’ll definitely try it again in the future. I just wish hair grew on my cheeks.