bad haircuts and Sunday bests

I had a moment this weekend were I was sad, mad and glad.  I was sad, because I got the worst haircut of my life, I was mad because I can’t believe someone would do this to me ( I looked like Jocelyn from Schitts creek, just google it, and I was glad that I’m pretty good at cutting hair and I fixed it as soon as I got home.

During this time I started understanding human emotion, how easy it is to snap and really just tell someone off, while I  was sitting there with clear photos of what I wanted and getting a haircut that was just getting worse and worse, I kept my cool and smiled and tried not to let the hairdresser feel, bad, my minute of anger felt meaningless for how she would feel if I gave her a piece of my mind.  I never want to be the person that makes someone feel bad, or completely ruins their day, especially because they felt really good about the haircut.  When I was done and Carl saw me for the first time I realized the extent of how bad this haircut was.

After crying all the way home which I regret now, I got home and instantly fixed my hair.  We’ve been having a good laugh about it ever since.  I wish I handled it a bit better, I wish I didn’t get so swept up in my own grief and disbelief, I knew that I would be able to fix it, but yet in the back of my mind I kept thinking what if I can’t?  These little thoughts in our mind is always our downfall, it’s what makes us lose faith, hope and trust that everything will be okay and get swept up in our own grief.   We need to start trusting that everything will be okay.

Happy Monday!