1. I got my hair cut again. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Yes, it looks better short. I’ve come to terms with my life-long wish to have long, curly red hair. I understand: for that kind of hair to look good on me, I’d need a totally different head. But in the meantime, the short hair poses the following problems: A) hair driers and B) straightening irons. I am ok with having to ask the little girls to show me how to use my phone, but it’s somewhat galling to have to ask them how to do my hair.
\nIt’s funny – I was certainly brought up to not care much what I looked like. It’s partly a hippie thing and partly a middle-class white thing. But now that I recognize the latter aspect, I pay a lot more attention to things like hair and make-up and – although sometimes I need Paul’s help with this – not wearing sandals with socks. To assume that I am wonderful no matter how I look, is healthy. To assume the rest of the world will automatically agree with me on that, is arrogance. Thus, I will learn to wear mascara and straighten my hair, as an exercise in humility.<\/p>\n
Thus far, the results range from hilarious to terrifying.<\/p>\n
2. I still have my Christmas tree up. I know, I know – after 12th night all those pine needles turn into demons. But as demons go, frankly, pine-needle demons are kind of ok with me. Better the demons you know, right?<\/p>\n
3. Exercising every day! I’ve successfully done this for four