New Year, New Me

I've often heard that when women are down in the dumps, nothing says recovery like spontaneity. Whether it be an impromptu trip to Mexico to forget an old boyfriend, or a trip to the salon for a pedicure and facial after a shitty week. Girls tend do something for themselves and then feel better afterwards.

I'm here to tell you that doing something drastic is indeed liberating. So yesterday, as I hacked away and struggled to get the scissors through my thick pony-tail, I could feel my toes start to tingle, and as I broke through the last long strand I threw up my arms and gave a victory holler with 7 inches of hair in my fist. Just like that I was changed. I might sound petty, but the smile on my face was big as I proceeded to lop off a lock here, another there. The impulse to cut it had been sudden, but I listened to the impulse, and why shouldn't I?

Although this wasn't the first time I'd cut off my long hair, it certainly felt better than other times. I needed a fresh perspective, a new train of thought, or maybe just a change in my ragged appearance. Whatever my reasons were, I'm now convinced that doing something on whim, or just doing something solely for yourself without consulting others about it first, is a great pick-me-up when you're feeling like a slouch.