Last year after Zoey was born I decided I would pay the extra to go to a real hair dresser to get a good cut. It was not a good cut. I told her I didn't like the way the front looked and I didn't want it in my eyes, but she said that my hair was in shock and I would love it tomorrow. I'm not disputing my hair was in shock, but I did not like it the next day or ever. It took almost two months for it to grow out of my face.
So I cut my hair, and I have to tell you...I felt freed. I haven't had all that great of a day and when the first strains of hair fell I felt a weight lifted. It was like I was holding my breath and I didn't even realize it. I haven't been able to think straight all day and now, I feel like my creative juices are finally flowing.
So I sit now with my cup of coffee and a smile feeling light and free. Have you ever had anything like this happen to you? What do you do to relieve everyday pressures?