I do want to start writing daily again, but I'm on my third week as a single parent (husband is working out of town training at new job. Oh, you didn't know he lost his job again? For the second time in less than a year? Well he did.) and things are just crazy. I honestly don't know how single parents do it. At least I know there's an end in sight. And at least I don't have very young children who demand my attention every moment of every day. But between trying to work in exercise every day, keeping the house stocked with healthy food (a full time job in itself, really) and ferry the boys to and from their various activities....I'm tapped out.
But here's something to think about...
One of the commenters on my last post mentioned that faith is always a choice. That really gave me pause. Is it really? I think there arguments to be made for both sides. So I do believe that will be the topic of my next post. Because nothing gets the snyapses firing and the blood pumping more than a rousing theological debate, right?
I know, you can't wait. Try to contain your excitement.
Here's a tidbit for you...I cut my hair. Short. Super Short. They say you should never make major life decisions while in the throes of grief. I consider hair changes a major life decision. I had promised myself I would get it cut when I reached my -50lb goal. But that came and went and I couldn't summon the courage. My Mom's death kind of gave me an "Aw fuck it...you're not going to live forever" attitude and I just did it.
At first, I was like..."DUDE...that is SO cute!"
But the next day I was all..."Duuuuuuuude, what have you DONE to yourself?"
It was just a shock. Now I'm used to it and I like it. I really like that it takes me ten minutes to dry and style it. The one drawback is the bedhead. My God, the bedhead. It's been 15 years since I had short hair and I had forgotten about that. It's particularly interesting when I play a little fast and loose with the styling paste. I lay on one side and it all squashes to the middle. I roll over and it all squashes to the middle. I end up with a truly spectacular mohawk. Hmmm, rocker chic perhaps? No...I'm a little too....suburban to pull that off. Barring that, there is no roll out of bed and go option with this cut. But I don't care. That's what baseball caps are for. After the shock wore off, I was thrilled to have an actual style instead of a boring Mom bob. And my husband, who has always lobbied for waist long flowing locks in perfect shining spiral curls....thinks it is HOT.