Impulse!

I'm forty-four and still have not learnt the valuable lesson in life, do not do things on impulse unless you are happy with the consequences.
I cut my hair yesterday and now stare into the mirror wondering if it is possible to will hair to grow or if there is some magical way to stretch my hair (I blame Harry Potter for that.) Yes, I succumbed yesterday to that terrible urge to have an instant haircut. I had to have it done then, there, right at that moment or my life would not be worth going on living.
Now in all truth there was some merit to the haircut idea. I had put a light brown colour in my hair to cover up a slight problem with foils which started as purple but had faded for some bizarre reason to green. (Mould colour is not a good look on bread or hair) Unfortunately the colour had not been strong enough to really cover up the mould so it was just interesting looking and that's being polite. So really my hair need a good removal in order for it to look less problematic. So this is where it gets more complicated. My hairdresser of four odd years was not available for an appointment. I decided this meant I really need to get rid of my hair today.
Yes, I did it, I went to an unknown person on the spur of the moment at the end of the day. Apparently I was not entirely clear in my explanation of my desire to keep some of my hair on my head despite a photograph that demonstrated the style I was aiming for. Before long my hair was on the floor and I didn't seem to even have much of a fringe. Ah well they say there is only a week or two between a good haircut and a bad one. However that can be a long time when the bad haircut in on your own head.
My family started out with the 'oh that's an interesting haircut' to eventually resorting to ' that's not one of your better ones'. Not very reassuring at all. Then I realised just to really annoy me my haircut does not match on each side which is not an issue if you are aiming for a funky haircut that's asymmetrical but I don't think that is quite what I have.
Still there is worse in life then a bad haircut. I only have to log on a computer and see half a dozen news headlines and recognise that my reflection in the mirror is pretty minor in the scheme of life. And I do have to remember that my hair is the result of choices I made over the last few weeks - no one made me do it. (I would so like to say it was someone else in my body that made me do it but it just wouldn't cut it)
So now I sit at 12.30 at night pondering the meaning of life and the value of a good haircut for the soul. Perhaps I should be looking up the word impulse and reminding myself that patience is a good skill to practice... It is going to be a long night and a longer couple of weeks.