The Haircut

I was tempted to shave it all, like Britney Spears. Go bald. Begin anew. But I stopped short. I cut off about four inches of my eight inch long hair because I'm sweating now and it looks like I stuck my finger in an electric socket and I was tired of scaring my cats, and myself. I guess I was, well, inspired. Or maybe crazed. I couldn't wait until tomorrow and let a hair salon do it. I had to be done with it tonight.

Lesson One
People very rarely do a good job of cutting their own hair; this definitely includes me.

Lesson Two
It's okay to tell the truth because it doesn't matter what people think. I know I'll end up going to the salon anyway, and will FEEL like I have to explain why I took a pair of scissors to my head.

But do I really have to? I could say I woke up with bubble-gum in it...but why lie? I don't need to lie to protect myself from my truth anymore. I just have to say, "I got this wild thought at 2 a.m. and I couldn't wait." And it will be okay. Or, I don't have to say anything.

The Last Locks to Fall.

Lesson Three
Weight loss is about more than losing fat. It's about getting in touch with who you are inside. I'm ready to surround myself now with people who believe in me, because I believe in me. And that's just going to get better.

That's all.