I’ve cut and layered my hair. First time ever in about 30 years. I was never one to pay $80 for a haircut and dye, Steve liked it long and, quite frankly, it wasn’t extremely long for what society thinks is too long for someone of my age.

I never really cared about what anyone thought.

If you want to dye your hair purple, do it! By all means do it!

But, I changed my hair.

I layered it.

I was looking for a change.

I’m looking for a change to make me happy.

I’m rearranging furniture to try and make me happy.

I’m just trying to find a way to make up for my loss, that will somehow make me happy.

Random thought… don’t question anyone who you know who has lost their other half, when you see them making changes. They’re not, hopefully, going off the deep end, but are searching for happiness.

They are still alive and have to relearn how to live without that someone.

And if cutting or changing my hair style, is a sign of my attempt to try to be happy again… so be it!

Just do what you need to do to try and make you happy again, it may take a while, and some might judge, but they don’t wear your shoes!