Is there a point in everyone’s life when they decide candy will not spoil their dinner? I think I believed that this afternoon. I ate 4 little pieces of candy and now I don’t feel like eating. I didn’t think about the consequences of my actions; I simply ate the candy because it looked good. I’m generally not a candy or sweet-stuff person, so I’m not used to the way that candy makes me feel. Right now, I feel thirsty, full, and like I need to brush my teeth, but that Heath bar was really good.
I’m getting my hair cut one week from today, and I think I’m going to walk into Elon Salon, sit down in front of Heather, and tell her to do whatever she wants. I’m even tempted to bring a blind fold or to tell her to turn my chair around. I think in order to really feel alright about giving her full control I will have to establish a few ground rules. For example, none of this:
Other than that, I think I might be safe. I’ve been going to Heather, my hair stylist, for the past 5 years or so, and over that time I have developed a good amount of trust in her and her ability to make my hair look good. I’ve never walked away feeling sad about my haircut, and I’ve often walked away feeling great. Hopefully next week I’ll walk away happy.