My recent family stuff, coupled with my brutal work schedule has left me little time for myself.
However, I have been able to get a steady string of workouts in the last few weeks, so that’s not been a real issue.
What I haven’t had time for, is a haircut.
It’s not a mullet, as it is almost the same length all over. I’ll be the first to admit it looks like hell. When I’m home, I put it into a kind of samurai top-knot. When I’m out, I wear a hat. Sometimes, I want to punch myself in the face when I catch a glimpse in the mirror.
Why don’t I get it cut? Why don’t I make it a priority? Why am I posting about it?
I have no idea.
But I feel like I’m in a silent struggle with my gorgeous wife. I keep waiting for her to say something about it. And she won’t. Doesn’t she KNOW I’ll grow this mess past my butt if she doesn’t say something? Why won’t she say something?
I know she hates it! Why is she torturing me?!?
Ugh - I’m starting to look like a dirty, dirty hippie. Before you know it, I’ll start hugging everybody and stop washing my feet. I can barely handle it.
Why am I being punished? What did I do to deserve this?!?