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Someone was in a Mood on Friday

Things that contributed to my mood on Friday?

Hair ambiguity. I'm in the process of growing out my layers, and while it still feels short short, it's actually grown a bit, and looks pretty good due to Sweet Melissa's trim and highlight ministrations last week. The crux of my problem stems from the bigger, 'should I really grow it out at my age, or just keep it short?' question. I haven't really worked that out, though am practicing envisioning myself with a slightly longer than chin-length do, very chic, that will, when we finally get there, make me glad I stuck with it. In the meantime, every time I walk by a mirror I go, 'Ugh, how long is it going to take until I actually like my hair again????'

My emotions, on Friday, courtesy of www.stuffintheair.com

PMS. I'm not going to blame my emotional, mental state, and screwed up cycle on the obvious, but isn't it strange that this summer, one in which Son graduated from college and just departed for the Middle East,  Daughter graduated from high school and just departed for college, has been my very worst on record for mood swings and other unattractive hormonally induced events? Weird timing, right?

Adjustment. All told, I am a simple woman. I like a rich, interesting life filled with good friends, good food, intellectual pursuits, financial stability (I know I know), and basic needs met without tons of effort. Maybe I'm lazy, a creature of habit, or a bit of a princess? Choose a day of the week and at least one of those will apply. But mostly I realize I've kind of stuffed my sadness and uncertainty about the future and general feeling of disquiet and supreme change into a denial envelope and haven't really let it come out yet. There have been a few finite moments of intense grief/tears, etc., but I've stuffed the rest away for now. Which could bode poorly for a future moment,  I'm thinking. Also, I adjust in bursts of acceptance, I've been told, so maybe I'm just between bursts?

Exercise neglect. While I managed to work in two good runs last weekend, during the week I didn't even really do any maintenance work to speak of, so I think I was just a little keyed up due to lack of a positive outlet for excess nervous energy. For some reason, the need to care for myself, nap, just be gentle...overpowered my usual compulsion for intense movement. In some ways that may mean I'm maturing, which is good, in others it may mean that I still really need, not just want, to relieve my energy in exercise...challenging, intense, sometimes relaxing...exercise.

So, while I'm not one to make excuses in general, there may have been some factors that played into my sentiments expressed in my Friday post. Just maybe they played a role.
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