Gentlemen, sad news: I caved. Big time. The beard is gone - not shaped, not trimmed - proper gone. I stepped into the shower, started buzzing my hair, then something came over me and before I even knew how or why, zang - no more beard. Pure impulse. How does it feel? Honestly, quite awful. My un-bearded face is going to take a few days of getting used to again, for sure - looks like some odd, uncanny larval form of myself. Then again, I've had to live with it for 33 year prior to bearding, I'm sure I'll manage a week or two more.
Having said that, the journey continues. This is a huge setback but there isn't much point beating myself up over it too much. I've learnt a few things and I know what to expect now, so hopefully it will be a smoother ride this time. Also, there is something exciting about starting on a clean slate, letting everything grow together instead of piece by piece - and this time, there will be no early shaping and f**king around: anything below the top of the years grows, thick, sparse, curly or whatever.

I really want to thank you all again for the support and patience you've showed me so far, and hope you'll have some left to spare for this second round.

Wish me godspeed!


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