First of all, this post is not going to be about my hair. I promise.
Second, lots of new today. I taught two classes this morning, and after the first one, a student (who is probably well past twice my age) told me that I am a delight. I have been told I am a lot of things by people who take my classes, but that was a new one and I am still smiling about it. I taught a bunch of new stuff in the second class which went over fairly well, and then tonight for the first time in years I went to a yoga class at the gym, where there is a new teacher whose approach was new to me. It was a very gentle, mellow, short practice, but still I was buzzing like a chainsaw at the end of it.
Between the teaching and the taking, I messed with my hair (Oh, fine. And you know what else? Underpants.) trying to decide what comes next in the growing out process. I snapped a picture to send to my mom for advice and something or other. And the picture reminded me of something.
I think this is where I’m heading, unless I change my mind and go back to shorty short short tomorrow. Until all of the layers grow out, it’s disorganized, and I am not sure I am brave enough to handle that, even on a Wednesday. Time will tell.
High class worries.
