During the big push that brought me to the final stages of the Big Project, Iíve let a lot of things go. I havenít cleaned my house, other than an occasional pass with the feather duster, for weeks. (On the other hand, I didnít have a highly organized cleaning routine to fall out of in the first place.) I havenít been doing as much cooking, which means I havenít been eating as well, which means I havenít been feeling as healthy as I might.
Itís been a long, rough road, and it has felt at times like a slog through the ditch. I donít know if the ride will get smoother, now that the project is coming to an end (still slowly, but getting there). But I know what I did today will help me get back on track. Iíve been cringing whenever I passed a mirror lately, so today I got a haircut.
But wait. That isnít the story. The story is that I went completely outside my comfort zone (and thanks for the advice, Simon). I didnít go to the place thatís been cutting my hair for the last twenty years. Theyíve done it all but one or two times over that span, and I think Iíve complained (silently) every time. No matter how precisely I explain what I want, they never get it right. Even when I leave the shop looking the way I hoped I would, by the next morning Iím wondering why I keep trusting those butchers.
So this time, I didnít. I actually went to a different shop. This one is (a) closer to my home, so I didnít have to spend as much time away from work, and (2) cheaper. I knew it was closer to home before I left the house, of course, but I didnít know Iíd be saving two whole dollars.
In fact, when I set out on my errands, my intention was to go to the usual place across town. But then it started to rain, and I was heading in the direction of this new place, so I thought, why not? I donít know why I thought that, because thatís not usually the way I think. As you know, Iím a graduate of the ďall change is badĒ school of thought. Cum laude.
But I got what looks (for now) like a pretty decent haircut. And to be honest, at this point, after two months, any haircut would have looked good to me. Iím just happy I wonít have to spend quite as much time in the shower with the shampoo every morning. Whether Iíll be thrilled with the outcome by tomorrow I donít know. But it couldnít be any worse than how Iíve been looking for the last few shaggy weeks.