This summer I have been overly (I won’t say uncharacteristically) jittery and insecure. I could blame it on the move, aging, school, Pioneer Trek, the weather, introversion, and the fact that I have needed a haircut for a very long time.
This week I was driving a carload of kids to go shopping and it occurred to me that I felt “back” to the way I usually feel. It coincided with a haircut, but it wasn’t the haircut that did it. It was a combination of events, each of them freeing me from some source of worry.
It’s good to feel normal again. Well, as normal as I get.
Look out, Utah. Are you ready for this lady?