I went out on Tuesday and got my hair cut. Not a trim. I went from hair dragging half way down my back to chin length. It was a serious cut.
Do I like it? I don’t know. It’s a big change. Now, I’ve never considered myself a ‘hair worrier’. I like my hair neat and out of my face. I don’t do hair bands and I don’t do pony tails. I just wash it, dry it, and sometimes try to style it, then it does its own thing, which is usually kinda messy.
When I went and picked the kids up from school that day the new hair cut came with me. No one said a word. So, after twenty minutes I decided to be helpful.
"How do you like my new hair cut?" I asked, swinging it around for emphasis.
"Oh," eldest child replied, "It’s nice."
"So, why didn’t you say anything about it?" I asked.
"I donno," was the reply. "I guess I never really look at you."
Honesty is overrated.