In other news... I recently chopped off most (feels like all) of my hair. I wanted to post this aggressive selfie from the salon but my sister wouldn't let me (if I wanted to preserve any kind of dignity, she said). For once, I listened. So here's a photo that she took on our way to a Bar Mitzvah this past Saturday (side note: we had the best time of our lives!)
For most things in my life: I research, make lists, and plan. Then when it comes to other things, like my hair (or deciding to run a marathon or preparing a gourmet meal from scratch without supervision), I act on impulse. I often have a pang of "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING / HAVE I DONE ?" but then part of me is always secretly proud I double-crossed the little planning lady that lives in my head. She can't control everything all the time, you know?
Hair will grow back (but I'm kinda diggin' the fresh 'do for now).
And lactic acid will dissipate.
And that pinky finger burn from the stove will heal.
And change is good. It keeps us balanced.
And balance is the key to happiness.
Wow lots of feels. And all of that just to say I cut my hair... :)