The END

This is all ya get for a second stab at writing in March.
END March, just END, and take all the snow and cold with you.
The END.

Short

Yes, it has been repeated ad nauseam, but let's just mention again how LONG and COLD this winter has been. In a drastic attempt to counter act the long and the cold I have cut my hair. SHORT.

Some people do this to support people who lose their hair to cancer. Others donate their grown out hair for wigs. Well, I just cut it off to cheer myself up. Shallow, I know, but I am thinking it just might have worked. And a happier me is another way of doing something good for the world, just ask my husband!

For the past several weeks I have been in the doldrums, more than usual. The seasonal drag has been strong, and this girl has been struggling. All of my typical cheer up tricks had been failing. Music in the car, or on my iPod, unnecessary shopping, trashy magazines, coconut coffee, wine, the Cymbalta blanket...nothing was cutting it. Then daylight savings hit, and while we gained light in the evening, our mornings got dark again. And dark, COLD mornings make it damn hard for "not a morning girl" to get out of bed.

But today, after school, I walked in for my haircut and color appointment and said "Cut is short." And it feels good. And it is making me think I might have found spring, if not in the air, at least in my step.