fighting temptation

Right at this moment I am fighting the temptation to cut my hair short. Really short.

Every time there is a crisis in my life, I reach a crossroad, or something traumatic happens, I cut my hair.

Today it is probably none of those things. I am feeling rather feisty. I think maybe, for the control freak that I am, it is that so many things are beyond my control; I have had to trust, to let go, more than I am used to.

Whatever the reason, I want to chop my hair, come up with an urchin look, and say "Like it, it's me!"

But no, I will resist. I will wash it, dry it, preen it, and come up looking like the me I think is pretty OK on every other day of the week.

But if I wake up feeling like this tomorrow...

>:-]