The January funk.

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In a rare moment of spontaneity last week (no, like... rare), I chopped off all of my hair. And by all, I mean maybe two and a half inches. Which still feels really short. After the initial adrenaline rush (who needs bungee jumping) wore off, I freaked. Majorly. 

It took a few days, but I woke up yesterday morning and... loved it. Maybe this wasn't the worst decision I've ever made. No, I do not look like a boy (this statement was cried out pouting multiple times on Wednesday night). It's sassy. I proceeded to have the most productive weekend I've had in a long time. Not once did I fall into the January funk. (I am guilty of coming back to school each January in a funk. It's cold, it's yucky outside, it's January, there's 2904320 things to do and I miss break. Hence, the January funk.) I knocked off an entire to-do list. I can't remember the last time that happened. 

Apparently every January I need to cut off all of my hair.

See ya Jan-funk. Ain't nobody got time for that.