Impulsive

Never let a bored woman near a pair of scissors.

Today I cut my hair.

I didn't cut it really, really short, but I did cut off a few inches. It's not something I haven't done before.

I get bored with myself and my current fashion sense (or lack of it), and I think to myself, I should cut my hair.

Today I cut my hair for more practical reasons. It was hot. It was long and getting in the way and I didn't think twice about chopping off a bit of my tresses. My hair is still long, about 5 inches past my shoulders, but most days you can't tell it's true length.

I have been blessed or cursed, with wavy/curly hair. Every summer with the obsessive humidity, it takes on a life of it's own. It will increase in volume past the point of being reasonable. It's part of the reason I keep it long. Cutting it short would only encourage it to poof out into a frizzy afro that would make many question if the circus had been to town and I was one of it's illegitimate offspring. The shorter I cut it, the curlier it gets. It may have looked cute when I was younger, but fuzzy headed bowling ball heads aren't so cute when one gets older.

My mom loved to style my hair. I think she was envious of it's ability to be coaxed into ringlets and curls when her own thin, straight hair would barely hold a wave. She had hair envy and so she lived vicariously thru my hair. Well, until I got older and did my own styling. I wasn't so adventurous with my hair exploits. I wanted something easy, something I still want today. I want to be able to wash and comb it into a ponytail and go. No curling or straightening irons, no hours of blow drying and fluffing. I want the ease of being natural.

Now as far as my haircut goes today, it looks okayish. It's not exactly perfect, but considering it was done on a whim, it doesn't look bad. Thankfully curls cover up any minuscule length differences. I will look at it again tomorrow when I get out of the shower. Who knows, I might need to take up those scissors again and give it a little more trim.

At this point some of you may be worried I might end up bald with trying to even up my hair. The impulsiveness of taking those scissors in hand, will have you grimacing at the prospect of me running with them. I assure you, I will not run, but only walk to the mirror.

It's that impulsiveness that tends to get a person in trouble. Thankfully I am so darn practical and if I admit it, such a darn chicken, that I rethink a lot of things before doing them. I try to squelch that impulsiveness a lot so that it doesn't get me in trouble. But one only has to look around and see some of my impulsiveness in plain sight.

I have a pink chair. Yes, really, a pinkish mauve chair. It was the rage in the 80's to have mauve pink and dusty blue everywhere and I jumped on that bandwagon with relish. Okay I guess if I admitted to having the pink chair, I can admit to having it's twin dusty blue one right next to it.

Silver, I like silver. I like silver platters and pitchers, and salt and pepper shakers and all kinds of assorted shiny, silvery bits. I bought a lot of it on impulse, only to wonder why? Why, in the world would I buy all of this silver stuff that has to be cleaned and polished? I will admit, some of it is hidden from view, still waiting on that polishing.

Clothes, oh good grief the clothes. I am not a real clothes horse. I don't buy a lot, but sometimes I get in these moods, particularly when I haven't bought anything in awhile and I will lose all sense of sanity and cruise those clearance racks. Forgetting that #1 rule of why they are even on a clearance rack. Nobody wants to buy them. Except me, when I am in one of those impulsive modes and can't see anything past those discounted price stickers. I have a few of those hangers of shame, still with the tags on them. Remember those jackets from the 80's with the big shoulder pads? I still have one, a striped black and white one, with three quarter inch sleeves with a cuff. My eye will go to it every so often while glancing over the closet and I will inwardly cringe at my offending impulse purchase.

It makes me wonder if impulsiveness isn't really stupidity in disguise?

Most of impulsive moves seem to have me experiencing a bit of regret. Why did I buy that item? Why did I do that stupid move? Why did I post that comment on a blog that had me hovering on deleting it, but in my impulsiveness I hit the post button instead? Sometimes I will go back to delete a comment quickly, only to find someone has already read it. It is already out there for the world to read and I can't take it back because they replied to it.

How many times have we started something and immediately regretted it? Made a choice or decision that we stew over and fret about and hope that it was the right one.How many times has our impulsiveness been more of a positive force than a negative one?

I've made a lot of mistakes. I have made a lot of poor choices. Choices I thought were good at the time, but they were made in haste without my thinking thru the consequences. I have said things and then immediately wish that I could take them back. I have remained silent, when I wished that I would have spoken out or at the very least, clarified something that could be taken the wrong way or been confusing for someone else.

I need to monitor my impulsiveness and guide it in a more productive direction. Some things are best done impulsively. Some things you just can't plan but have to do on the fly. I just need to learn the difference between those two things.

One thing I can assure all of you is that despite my hair cut, I won't be coloring my hair any time soon. At least, not until it starts to show a bit more grey and I become self conscious of it. So until then, I can mull over my choices of what color to choose. It won't be mauve pink or dusty blue, I am certain of that.