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I sow uneasiness entering end of the year, that leads me to make decisions like cutting my hair.
(Looking at the blog I realize that was in early December last year when I decided to leave me bald and miafarrow-bebéderosemary type. For younger readers, the cut was like Emma Watson for the premiere of Harry Potter. )

dates, limits, deadlines always disturbed me. Would not it be nice
a continuous flow of everything? Of things, time, days, weeks ... without having to be putting caps to hours, without feeling that something is running out to make ends meet, or at the end of the year.
Maybe this whole invention of time is not merely a means to help us understand what has just starts.

Thanks, but it was not necessary.

I do not like those limits but I decided that I will get one: I have until Dec. 7 to make something happen that prevents run to cut my hair. The commitment I made to Fefe, the "cut your hair and I leave it long" has lost its power of restraint.

Something must happen to beat the anxiety.
You know what might work very well, besides the magical hands of my stylist?
Gifts. There

come, I will talk to Fefe.