I am about as typical girl as they come. I eat junky food when I am sad, I do and say things to please and impress other people, and I start a new diet and workout plan at leas twice a week. I listen to the same depressing songs on repeat over and over and over, and I watch movies and shows that I know will make me cry. I still love my daddy and my momma is one of my best friends. I have a serious addiction to wearing cardigans and have more bags than I would like to admit. I believe in retail therapy and love to get a pedicure and drink skinny lattes. But very much most of all, when I get irrational, emotional, and stressed, I love to cut my hair.
Today, spur of the moment, because I wanted to, I cut my hair. Choppy chop chop chop! Bye-bye hair! (Well not alllll of it!) I cut it because I am stressed and emotional and crazy and needed to do something irrational. [Thanks to Nate-dog the bro-in-law and our bestest pal, Jordan for going with me to Great Clips! Oops...only spent 12 bucks...cheapest haircut ever.]
Tomorrow begins a new six weeks with my precious seventh grade babies and tomorrow I am going to do better, teach better, be better, and love better. Tomorrow.