There are moments in your life you need wisdom. You need consolation. You need white wine and M&Ms and flowers and entire pizzas. You call your mother and your girlfriends. You rally the troops.
I got my hair cut. And I hate it. It’s just hair. It grows back. An old friend reminded me that life is an adventure and growing your hair back is a wild one. Let’s not forget how fun it is to watch other people react and say “Oh, wow! You cut your hair…”
I didn’t mean to cut it all off so short. But you can’t get a short hair cut fixed without cutting it shorter. So, here I am. Brand new Kelly. Sheesh.
I feel like I am wearing a wig. A wig I don’t actually hate… but a wig. Eh. It’ll grow on me Ha. My sense of humor is intact.