I got out of bed, made some hot tea, and went in my tiny little yard full of my cute little succulent collection and rocked in my hammock and sipped my tea with a warm purring kitty in my lap and a big black dog at my feet.
It has been 8 days of no cutting. Tomorrow I am cutting my hair off for Locks of Love which both excites me and terrifies me. It's just hair, right? Right? I wish that were true. Today I felt protective, capable, grateful, strong, connected, love, and loved.