Today's frolic occurred at home as I was sitting quietly waiting for my nails to dry. It was late at night, all was dark and quiet and I was sitting on the couch watching a show on my computer. Suddenly, there was a sound at the window. My body tensed for a moment at the sound then logic came to my rescue as I realised it was only a breeze catching the branches of the tree by my window, causing it to drag its wiry arms across the glass. Instinctively, I swiftly turned my head to the right to check that there was nothing there anyway. Abruptly, I froze. "What was that?" I thought to myself. I swiftly turned my head to the left. There it was, the realisation hit me like a slap in the face. Like a slap in the face? It was a slap in the face!
My hair! It was long enough to hit me in the face! I giggled like a schoolgirl as I did it again a few more times. Eighteen months and two trims since my last short cut and I'm happy with the way my hair is growing. I love these little moments that dot the landscape as I frolic along my transition.
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