hair

In November, just before my birthday, I went through a small sort of identity crisis. I was tired of people mistaking me for a college student, nanny, etc. and went looking for a more "mature" look. I made the decision to cut my hair. I am not a fan of short hair. It worked for a bit, but it requires far too much time to maintain. I am going to start growing it out again, but for right now, I think it is hideous. It has this short part in the front, that tends to make me look like I have a mullet (Carl always disagrees). Its too short to put in a ponytail, so I'm stuck with this dinky half pony tail thing; a look that I rocked in the early 90s.

Lately I have realized that it doesn't matter how young people think I look. If I don't feel comfortable with my look, I won't be as confident. I loved having hair that I could pull back if I wanted, but looked great down, even if I didn't finish blow drying it, curl it, etc.

This morning, watching Diane Sawyer and Robin Roberts on GMA, I thought about my two best friends (I know, seems so strange how my mind wanders). I am very lucky to have such beautiful and smart friends, and recently I have been "taking notes" from them. I know that they each feel as though they have weaknesses, but from the outside, you would never know. Wen is quietly confident and driven. Cirucci is beautiful, determined and very smart. They both always give the appearance of having everything together, something that I am working on. It is always so interesting to me how women who are so close, have taken such different life paths. Wen took went right to grad school from the burg, Cirucci worked and earned her masters, and I took the family and career route, just now getting into my masters. We each bring such different things to the table, and that's so cool.

I guess that is what makes Carl and I work as well. I am the high strung, over planner and Carl is the calm, confident that everything will come together in the end one. Certainly we've had strains, especially recently, as his long hours have become more of a burden. Something always helps us to work through it. Perhaps its Carls patience with my worrying and loud personality. Perhaps its our mutual faith that we do truly love one another and what we have built for ourselves. I adore my husband and he helps me to feel confident in all that I do. Its weird how opposites do seem to attract, both in romatic relationships and friendships.....