A Bee In My Bonnet!

We are women, and yes sometimes we get a "bee" in our "bonnet".


I think it is supposed to be that way...that is how change occurrs.


Yesterday was that day for me....a bee came by and flew into my bonnet.


I'm talking about a "haircut".  


I have not had my hair trimmed since September last year.  And that is not like me at all.  But the problem has been, I am between hairdressers!


Ahhh, you are all nodding.  You compute, you understand.


Us women, hate being between hairdressers!  


Our hair to us is like "Samson's" hair in the Bible...


*Sidenote* if you are not familiar with that story....Samson had a long flowing mane of hair (picture it) washboard stomach, six pack, muscles, some hip sandals, and long flowing hair, and it was his hair that gave him his strength, when someone cut it, all his strength was gone!


So, for me when I am in doubt about something, I don't do anything!  Hence the long scraggy hair I've been carrying around for 6 months.


After being unwell for so long.....the bee in my bonnet decided to fly in that day, and I HAD TO GET MY HAIR CUT NOW........Not tomorrow, not next week...but now!


My poor mum was barraged with sms photos of the latest bob hairstyles!  When I get my haircut, it rules my thoughts until it's cut.....


"What if I don't like it?",  "What if it makes me look fat in my jeans?", 
"What if they cut it too short?"......


All those thoughts swimming around in my head......And if I get a bad haircut, it can plunge me into the depths of depression until it grows out again!  Why?


Well a good haircut can make or break your self esteem, just like our dear old friend, Samson!


With a bad haircut, all my strength and confidence is zapped out of me and can make me feel down about myself, and then it seems to be that way till the next haircut.


I have been loyal to my old hairdresser for 12 years!  A long time....But a change is in the air for me...as you all know, so I took the plunge and tried someone new!


GASP!  


I know, it was very scary.  Meeting someone for the first time, who doesn't know your hair, and doesn't know you from a bar of soap!


BUT....


She was fantastic!  I talked, she listened, I shut up, she cut!   Simple!


And the result.......


"I feel like a million bucks!", and should have done it ages ago!


So the moral of the story is?


"TAKE YOUR BONNET OFF, GET RID OF THAT BEE, AND GET YOUR HAIRCUT"!


Stella!