I'm not much on change. Or surprises. Here's me, surprised.
|(Not happy; just surprised.)|
In case you're not sure, I'm the one with cake on my face. Surprise!
So yeah, change is intimidating for me. Surprises are even tougher; they're change you can't plan for.
I made a pretty big step this week toward changing my same-is-good mentality. It's really deep. Are you sitting down?
I dyed my hair.
(All the guy readers just left the room. . .) I'm pretty sure I'm the only woman on planet Earth who went 30 (plus?) years without Miss Clairol. But this weekend when our friend visited, she offered to color it for me, and I just said yes. Past my fear of the unknown, beyond my anxiety about surprises (Y'know, like, "Surprise! All your hair fell out!"), I said yes.
When I asked Little Man if it looked the same, he said, "No, Mommy. It looks purple." There's a moral here: When you color your hair and love it. . .
|(Pretending to pray. . .)|
And now it's your turn! What moral, legal new thing are you going to do this week?
(If it's something illegal, don't tell me.)
Thinking about going blonde. Not,