Tuesday, July 26, 2011


My worst nightmare - - sitting in front of a HUGE mirror with my eyes taped open and no way to escape.  Just the thought of it makes me want to scream.    But it happened (well, not the eye taping thing).  This morning.  I really had no choice.  Well, actually I guess I did.  I could choose to continue looking like an escapee from the 70s . . . OR . . . I could sit in front of a Big. Huge. Mirror. and get my hair cut.  Before I made that choice, I looked in a mirror.  I looked with only one eye open (and it was squinting) and I was trying to aim for the neck up.  It just took one quick glance and I knew I had to do it.  So, I took a big girl pill (no pun intended).   And I sat in front of that Big. Huge. Mirror.   I sat there for an hour.   I averted my eyes.  I closed my eyes.  I wished my eyes had been taped SHUT.   I tried to find my happy place.   And then . . . it was finally over.  I glanced in the mirror trying only to look at the hair.   It looked awesome.  I loved it.  I guess the moral of this story is that sometimes we have to do hard things that we don't want to do.  And sometimes hard things turn out good.   So, was it worth sitting in front of the Big. Huge. Mirror??   Yes!   Will I do it again?  Yes!!   Do I still hate it?  Yes!!   

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