As I've shared before, my hair is at that awkward stage where I can't really do anything with it.
It's like a battle that I can't really win.
I want my hair long so I can braid it and have it hanging lazily over my shoulder; but some mornings I just feel like giving in and chopping the whole thing off.
Yes Mike, I can hear you screaming "no!"
Lately I've just been either letting it hang there and hope for a good hair day or throwing it up in a mess on top of my head.
Out of sight out of mind right?
I keep picturing myself walking down the isle towards Mike with my white gown, flowers, and loose curls.
In the end, I know all the frustration will be worth it.
Right?
