Sunday began the "hair journey" - thanks to my amazingly adept almost-personal hair stylist sis-in-law I had my hair chopped tres short - the last cut for a very long time. I've decided that cancer patients need my hair more than me or the groundhog in our backyard (in attempts to evict the garden-munching woodchucky pal who lives under the building bordering our property and who suns him/herself on the back lawn I have been sprinkling human hair around his/her hole).
The "Emmaus Project" conference provided a good "butt kicking". I have always known the universe doesn't centre itself around me but denial and ignorance have led to a pretty apathetic existence on my behalf. Time for action.
Care to join me? Care to grow out your locks?
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