Haircuts like this take a while to take back. Not that I wanted to take it back, but I do recall it felt like a pretty solid stab at commitment. Meanwhile I'm feeling the familiar twinge of something I think I inherited from my Granddaddy. A nomad at heart, that one.
If I were a wealthy woman I'd be on a plane to Santorini. right now. Not - as it turns out - being a wealthy woman, instead, if it didn't take two and a half years to grow the stuff back, I'd cut off all my hair. As it stands, I'll just revise my website. Again. This time, though, I decided to do something really different and use one of the standard Squarespace templates with minor revisions. Kinda' likin' it. Wonder how long that'll last?
Having lunch with a friend today, I was reminded that she's always known what she wanted to be when she grew up. Imagine knowing something without question, about your future. I guess it would feel like my love feels. "I know I love my family." "I know I want to be a surgeon when I'm older." Novel.
I think, now, of the apparent angst and frustration - sometimes seeming near-anger - my indecisiveness seems to cause others. It's a lot easier to understand a predilection toward Diet Coke or Chinese food, I suppose, than a feeling that - once remaining somewhere too long - you want to crawl out of your skin or run until you fall to your knees.
My, we're dramatic tonight, aren't we?
Here's an interesting side note. Channel surfing earlier, I came across an airing of U2's Rattle and Hum. Haven't seen it in years. Found myself quite enjoying, more than usual, the live rendition of Running to Stand Still...