…and then I got a haircut.
I had an awful day, I really did. I got 8 1/2 hours of sleep last night and yet all day I was dead tired. I couldn’t focus. I was pissy (I formally apologize to everyone who tried to be nice to me). I didn’t want to run at all at track practice. I just wanted to curl up and cry, except that I also had to write a lab report (story of my life!) so as much as I wanted to be done with the day, I couldn’t.
I was also kind of ticked off about Camp NaNoWriMo. Yeah, it’s the last day, but no, I haven’t finished it. I can’t now, it actually is too late, because I haven’t written anything since The Cost, and that puts me at only 30%. I planned to write last night to try to catch up but even last night I wasn’t feeling great–I was in the kind of mood where I loathed every word I tried to write so I just let it go. The joys of writing.
So all of this crappiness was starting to overwhelm me, but then I went to my hair appointment.
I hadn’t gotten my hair cut in more than a year and it wasn’t anything special, just a trim to fix the edges, but for some reason, I perked right up the moment I stepped in the salon. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted to act happy around my hairdresser, who’s a family friend, or maybe I was subconsciously really excited to get a trim, or maybe it was my split ends that was making me so irritable–I don’t know! But that one hair appointment turned my whole day around.
Well, go figure.
Yup, I still feel tired. And yup, I still have a lab report to write, but I don’t feel like crap. Hurrah!
But sadly I’m still not really in the mood for writing creatively, and so I’ll have to leave that for another day, a better day.
So moral of the story is if you’re ever having a bad day, get your hair cut. Or, in essence–do something strange and unexpected that turns your day around. It’s a heck of a lot better than wallowing in misery.
I’ll be back another day with a new story to tell.
How was your day?
May you have a surprise haircut on the worst of days.