Number 20 is officially crossed off the list. And I'm proud.
I'm also rather proud of myself for crossing this off my self-proclaimed new years list. And in another way, I'm proud of this reinvention.
I went all by myself (no hand holding for me!) and my stylist had a sick pleasure in cutting off 14 inches of hair from my head. But she did such a fantastic job. I feel young, light (in so many ways!), thrilled, and pretty. The cut is super easy to deal with in the morning, and the color is divine.
And more importantly, some beautiful child somewhere will get a wig... 4 years out of my life, of my daily routine, has provided endless days of joy.
That's something to be proud of.