I’ve figured out that February is a hard month for my hair.

Looking back every year around this time, I am overwhelmed with the need for change- but change is hard when you have responsibilities and people you care about sometimes.

So, I’ve apparently been taking it out on my hair for many years.

Usually going short, or red, occasionally blonder.

I tend to keep it close to nature, never quite getting to the secret punk rocker I’ve always wanted to be, but

have always been too practical to actually be.

Today, I took it to a place I’ve never been.

I finally did it!

I feel like I could get up on stage and belt out a song by Pink.

But it’s 8:30 and I’m tired.

So, maybe I’ll save that for tomorrow.