So there is nothing like a haircut. I miss my previous stylist / haircutter lady. She cut my hair for years (like 20) and then last summer she decided to move to be closer to her mom.... I was happy for her. Sad for me of course.
So I have struggled. I went to Floyds out of desperation about four months ago because I didn't want to cut my bangs anymore and wanted to go from longish to shorter.
Today I was supposed to get my haircut again but sadly had to miss the appointment because of a minor work emergency.... I was super annoyed. Like to the point that I almost did not answer the phone call when it came in annoyed. But I picked up the phone, thought how I could help and did and then sat her in the kitchen thinking I really need a hair cut.
So scissors in hand... went up stairs to the bathroom and cut my own hair. I have no fear. Ask my Mom... the weekend before my brother's bar mitzvah I essentially gave myself a mullet because I wanted spikey hair... but she stopped me before I could finish so in all the bar mitzvah pictures Booger's sister has a mullet. It was spikey just not all over like I wanted. My mother was not happy. Pissed would be the right word.
BUT today's foray into self styling.... better. So so much better. not spikey. not a mullet. And not the best haircut I have ever given myself but certainly and my 15 year old self would agree.... not the worst either.
Five minutes and I am happier had I waited to reschedule... which would probably have been another four weeks for me to pull the trigger and do it. But in another four weeks I will have had a little growth and I can go get something better. I just couldn't take one more minute of the hairballmushroom thing happening on my head.
Phew. So that is done.
Now I can go into the evening not annoyed or frustrated.... I can just chill with shorter hair.
Can I hear an amen?