I got my hair cut today. I didn’t really want to do it, but it needed to be done. I got that bravery that comes from being in the chair and told her that I wanted to take some weight off it. And she REALLY did. We agreed she’d cut it shoulder-length, but DUH, my hair curls up and so it looks about chin length right now.
At least I think it looks good. I dont’ want to hear about it if it doesn’t. On the other hand, no more ponytails, and that’s sad because I’ve never really been able to do that before.
I hate making decisions.