I cut off all of my hair. And by all, I mean a solid 99%. I lost a whole pound of hair. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, it's quick, easy, and definitely makes a bigger statement than the long hair. I'm so used to being able to hide behind my long hair that it feels like I've been thrust out into the spotlight. I took pictures, but alas, I was wearing no makeup and am not quite ready to show that image of health to the blogging world.
I'll tackle that task tomorrow.
The more time I spend being off and tired, the more I think about working on my writing and potentially doing some volunteering writing for health associations in the area. It's one of the few things I can manage to make myself passionate about, and God knows that's important in ever getting the desire to work to continue.
Here is how I imagine it going:
A writer-related joke:
Entirely how my brain (and others') works when trying to come up with brilliant ideas:
How cool I hope to look when I sit around writing and drinking tea:
And a great illustration of the random insides of one's brain:
Images from WeHeartIt.
Also, I am posting this far too early in the morning. Not because it is some cool thing to do, but because my cycle of sleeping has switched from the ol' 20 out of every 24 hours to about 3 out of 24 hours. Fun.