What I learned from my hair (no, I didn't mean "my head")

Many a year ago

Well, ever since we've been "in the house", I've talked quite a lot about turning myself into a hairdresser-on-her-own-head.  I've almost always coloured my hair myself, although it's a nice grayish colour now, and cut it my own when it was very short, which is easy, or when it was quite long over my ears.  For the most part, it worked and when it didn't I would go to the hairdresser both Dave and I get very good haircuts from. 

Today is the fifth week I've decided that I could have a better haircut, and set out to fix that. Up to yesterday, I was pleased.  Today, I forgot that I intended to live with what I had, and I allowed myself to pick up the for-hair-only scissors and have a go at the hair that covers my ears. Only one of the ears is now actually covered, neatly and mixing well with what I've done to the back.   The other hair over the ear somehow got about half an inch shorter.  

I either have to accept it, which I've done today by braiding some of the hair down the side, making my mistake seem like something I actually want, or by getting my name on the list of our hairdresser, which I'm sure is full for weeks. 

I also intend to take a course on self-esteem.