"New Do" to the rescue

Sometimes a girl needs rescued from her bad hair.

Am I right or wrong?

In your thirties you realize a whole lot about yourself and what you are willing to put up with.

I decided last winter to start letting my hair grow out for one last time, before I got "old."

I mean this process made me crazy.

I mean crazy!

The varying layers that would do absolutely nothing.

The tears that followed the varying layers that would do absolutely nothing.

The days when my "growing out" period was enough to keep me in my bed with my covers pulled over my head if I were allowed to do so and I had no other responsibilities in life-ya right!

It was awful, but it was winter so since I am not a quitter I just kept at it.

I just wanted to see if it was going to be more manageable and I knew as an older woman that I, personally, wouldn't run around in a ponytail so this was going to be my last shot at the my youth of having long hair.

I tried it until a few weeks ago.

Then I threw in the towel.

My long hair days are gone.

I couldn't take any more!

I don't like my face when pulled back even into a short sassy pony tail.

I felt it took way more work than I was willing to give to this long hair.

I felt very Amish (their is nothing wrong with being Amish by the way) but this blah look is not me.

So I now know the answer to the question that has been in my mind for a long time.

The answer is that my long hair ponytail days are a reminder that my youth is gone and to never return.

I am just fine with this.

So I will proudly fix my new sassy do and I am back to being me and I am quite okay with this!

Plus, it's so easy!

Sometimes, life creeps up on you when you least expect it and makes the decision for you.

Now, that I think about it, ponytails always gave me headaches.

So, the "new do" to the rescue was just what I needed to kick start my way into this part of my life.

When you don't look good then you don't feel good.

Let's just say I'd been a big ass grouch just because of my hair throughout the last two full seasons of my own little scarring hair experiment.

Instead of giving myself a timeout for my bratty behavior I just eliminated the problem.

I chopped it all off.

It's all good, now, and look I am even smiling once again.

"If mama ain't happy ain't nobody happy"

Toodle-loo

Nikki Pugh