Amongst a world-wind of cutting people off and yelling obscenities in traffic, I realized that you can catch more flies with honey or an oatmeal cookie than vinegar.
I arrive at a place, four times a year, once every quarter, where I become extremely patience-challenged. I become rude at the drop of a hat, I am hard to work with, ornery, defensive, and just a real *itch. I haven’t been able to pinpoint the reasoning, but I think it comes from forgetting one’s place in the universe.
My behavior can be summed up in one word: selfish. I obviously think that my wants, needs, desires, logic, likes and dislikes are the most important, thus I acted accordingly. If a peson is selfish, it’s because they think their place/importance in the universe (or the grand scheme of things) is more important than that of others. Obviously, misplaced.
So when I stop and think about little ol’ me and my significance in this big world, I realize I need to take a chill pill.
On to my new doo. I cut my hair off last night. Yep. I was so far past trying to style it anymore. I feel like carving out a new, less traveled, more independent and creative path, where my hair is concerned. Goodbye comfort zone! (waving at it in my rearview)
With daily routine of life becoming monotonous, I figured now was the time and that was the right move to make. Although, I want it shorter, which it probably will be before the summer ends, I really like it. Short hair does carry with it, some sense of freedom. By the time i go in for the extra cut to shorten it even more, I’ll be at wash and wear length and that is an attractive place to me.
