I need a haircut, I have decided. I have been growing it out for who knows how long, and it is the longest it has been in a VERY long time. When standing, my hair reaches to the top of my bra strap in back. I feel fairly proud of that. Don't know why. I have been considering a haircut for some time, but felt that maybe I'd regret it after I got it done.
I think it must be time though....since I have been complaining about it nonstop since the end of May. Matt insisted I not cut it while I was teaching and taking classes. Wise thoughts, me thinks. I have a tendency to make crazy rash decisions on a whim when I am stressed. Thankfully he knows me well. I am fairly relaxed and unstressed right now, and still thinking about cutting it, so maybe it is time.
The problem?? I always fear bad hair. What if it all goes horribly wrong?? (And I look older and more dumpy than I actually am??) I don't have a plan. Not having a plan when entering a hair salon could be dangerous. Of course, maybe it is good. No preconceived notions, right?
I am thinking I am just going to take my chances and make an appointment. Whatever the cut is....it has got to be better than this mop I am carrying around right now!