On Being Joyful

I cut my hair today.
Well, my fringe.
And a bit off the sides.

My Babe was clipping his hair – something he does regularly. I shave the back bits, and tidy the tufts.
My hair has been growing long for a while, and gets in my eyes. For one reason or another, going to a hairdresser hasn’t been something I’ve been able to do.
So – clipper.
Long hair.
Obvious, really.

The first buzz took off a Huge Chunk of hair, and since that was right in the middle of my fringe, I had to keep going. It was a few minutes of horrified panic, mixed with grim determination. Possibly some tears.
And, really, it’s not too bad.

I’ve recently been reading a book about joy. Then, in my online reading today, there was a lot of discussion about…joy. 😀
As much as my fringe looks slightly like someone came at me with a hedge trimmer, I can find the joy in the lightness, and being able to see unobstructed. Is it perfect? No…but why do I need perfection in the way I look? I like me!
I had a shower, and everything looked a lot better. I’m snuggled into my fresh, clean sheets (changed today – yay!) with toes that have finally thawed out. Have had a hot cup of tea and a big bowl of porridge.

Life is not perfect.
But maybe songs can be?
❤