Last week I went to the salon, the first time in about five months. When I left my locks were four inches shorter.
Schedules are a funny thing. There’s nothing about them set in stone, they are like a living organism, constantly changing and evolving. Change stresses me out, I like routine. There is a reason I eat peanut butter on toast every morning, and why dinner is at 5:00. But as a freelance writer who works from home my schedule is anything but static. So now I look at my ever-changing schedule with fresh eyes. I adapt.
When Speed Skating Son got moved up to a new class in speed skating and it meant me being at the arena more, I worked out a tag-team system with my husband so our littlest son didn’t have to be at the arena for 2 1/2 hours, twice a week. In my head I was all “I’ll bring my computer and write.”
A few weeks later and he’s now up to the second class completely. No more writing at the rink. Simple.
Meetings are made. Meetings are cancelled. There are weekly deadlines, monthly deadlines, and “oh my gosh, can you have this in tomorrow deadlines.” There are dinner dates that are set in stone until one of the kids gets sick, then it’s postponed.
With my new workout schedule I spend most days walking around like a sweaty hobo–hair in a ponytail and headband. Blow drying it took forever so I walked in the salon last week and asked my hair dresser to cut off four inches even though I’ve spent the last year-and-a-half growing it out.
Schedules change. We adapt.
And damn my hair looks good today.