You have no idea what I’ve been through during the past few hours. I had a hair appointment where I was going to just get a trim. I drive to the salon and get a call from the cops saying that my alarm went off at home and they found the door was wide open. I’ve had an alarm for 8 years and have NEVER had a problem with the door not shutting, so I immediately thought my house got broken into.

I leave the chair, rush home and find out that everything is ok. The door wasn’t ruined in anyway and my doggies were safe. They said it must have been the wind. Perhaps the lock wasn’t entirely secure.

So I rush back to the salon like a maniac and my adrenaline is pumping and I tell the girl to cut all my hair off. In a fit of excitement, I let go of about 6 inches of hair.

I look MUCH OLDER NOW. Like – all the young-ness (yes, that’s a word) that I was holding onto with my long locks have not disappeared. I look older than 32 and I suddenly feel like I have to sit up straighter. I can’t place my finger on it. Maybe I’m just not used to it.

Then I get on my email to confirm a few things and get my dates mixed up and cause a PR tornado. I’m canceling events, getting writers to cover others, double booking the rest. I don’t know what I am doing! Finally I figure out it’s not the 8th and have to backtrack every single email and apologize to these women.





I need a nap.

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