When I turned 30, I grew a beard. I hadn't ever really grown one before, and it was something I wanted to do. It was my way of marking my adult life. I had been a child, and I had been a boy, but it was time to become a man. That's not to say that I wasn't an adult previously, but, it was an opportune time for a marker, and it was an opportune goal. Unfortunately, Evan had recently given me a set of really thoughtful shaving supplies. She had given me a safety razor, and a badger hair brush to whip up some sandalwood shaving cream with. I had used them a few times, but, when I turned thirty I put them under the sink. Some day I would pull them out, but for a year I wasn't going to shave.  
And I didn't. 
I used the clippers to trim the beard down so it looked respectable once in a while, but for a year I didn't go clean shaven.
That changed today though. It has been almost 19 months, and I had a pretty respectable beard. I say respectable, because it was just unruly enough that I think it might have strangled me if I didn't respect it.
Anyway, I pulled out my tools today, and set forth with the task of shaving. I had decided to shave it all off, and grow a mustache. I joined a Movember team, and am growing a mustache to raise awareness for men's health issues. Specifically for prostate and testicular cancer research.  
Feel free to follow along with my progress at and maybe make a donation if you can. I uploaded a picture of the beard as well as my starting photo, and will be keeping it updated as Movember progresses. I am slightly worried that my mustache will still be in sexual predator mode at the end of Movember, but, that's a risk I am going to have to take. I wish I could remember how long it took to grow out a mustache last time.