I cut my hair off.

I cut my hair off yesterday.

One of our outdoor cats brought home an injured baby bird to play with and to stop it’s pain I killed it. Then I felt so bad and got so much angst I had to do something, and one thing that usually makes me feel better is to cut my hair off. So I did. It’s nothing I do often nowadays, which results in my hair being longer than I’m used too, and then when I cut it off I always wonder why I didn’t do it earlier.

Well, this is me now, with lavender hair and all

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Yep, that’s snow.

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When I was a kid I had a couple of bad winters, and since then I’ve hated snow. No, not hate, I just can’t handle it. I get lots of anxiety and can barely get myself outside. It’s true, last winter I couldn’t go outside for two weeks and I had to ask my friend to buy groceries for me (and we did not know each other that well back then, can you image the shame?). This is the first snow this winter and when I look at it I feel sick.