When I was a senior in college, I attempted No Shave November and failed. Not because I cared how I looked (this was when my belly began to bulge and I wore hats all the time), but because my “beard” was so itchy I couldn’t think about anything else. I felt gross and shaved it off.
Another year, I attempted to make it the full 30 days, but shaved my upper lip frequently because I was embarrassed by what most people called “nothing” (I called it a “mustache”).
This year was the perfect storm. I spent most of my November gallivanting across Europe (read the first part of that series here), so my appearance at work wasn’t an issue. I also didn’t want to pack shaving cream in my carry-on; this left space for important things like granola bars and Pepto Bismol. The added bonus, though, was being able to take a selfie each day, and most of them were taken in some beautiful places. I’m proud to report that for the first time ever, I graduated from “peach fuzz at best” to “Hey, you kind of have a beard. It’s gross.” I’m counting it as a win.
If you read through all of those, I’m amazed. Congratulations. I shaved the next morning and it felt SO SO GOOD. The surprising thing is that a few people actually seemed sad it was going away. I, of course, was just happy not to look disgusting anymore.
In my next post, the Cole Tries Europe series continues with Barcelona Day 2!
*Actually my first rodeo. More on that in a future post.