It’s funny how much of a relief getting your hair cut can be. On Sunday morning, during church, I realized that I had had it with my hair. I’ve been growing it out, just so I could get the dyed, damaged ends all cut off at once. I had planned to wait another month or so, because I didn’t want my hair to be too short, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The damaged ends were scratchy, and I was tired of having two-toned hair. So I went directly from church to Great Clips, and had at least four inches cut off.

My sense of relief was immense. My hair immediately stopped annoying me. It’s back to being all one color, the ends are soft, and it’s not even that short! Which makes me wonder why I was trying to put off the inevitable in the first place…