For as long as I can remember, I’ve gotten my hair trimmed every 4 months. I make my appointments at the beginning of the year and then I show up. Judy knows I don’t want to spend any time on my hair so she does all the work. Still, I would never go out of the house with wet hair.

Over the winter I had a crisis of volume and even bought electric rollers (!) to try to solve it. Things were heading in the wrong direction.

I would like my hair to look good, but I don’t care enough to spend much time on it. I had a memorably bad short hair cut at one point. Still, I always kind of thought short hair was more “me.”

On a whim, back in the spring, I went short (and red). Immediately I loved it, but it took a couple of months to get the cut the way I wanted it. And then I had to figure out how to fix it. Last month I managed to make it look the same 3 days in a row, but on day number 4, it was different. I have no idea why.

So I’ve given up control. And I’ve given up the blow dryer. I walk out of the bathroom–and out the door–with wet hair. Let it do what it wants.



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