And…. I got my hair cut to my shoulders. I no longer have long hair. It barely touches my shoulders. I am one curly mess. I posted my actions on Facebook. Apparently 3 of the 10 people who commented on my status said they cut their hair off when they were pregnant. I am not pregnant.
What I am is…. slowly going crazy. Holiday, please. I am clearly tired. Look at the bags under my eyes. Sleep, please.
Maybe it’s the changing of the seasons? The end of summer and the days before a long cold winter? I just don’t know. Do you?
The good news is… today is Thursday which means tomorrow is Friday. And even better… the weekend follows.
Small things, right? I ran a fast 5k tonight and I feel better already. I think the key is recognizing I am in a funk and moving on.
Stuff happens. I can’t be happy go lucky all the time. Nobody can. We all have our bad days and weeks. Time to pull myself out of this dark place. Yay!