Let me explain.
In this extremely poor quality photograph, you can [not really] see...anything. But if you look very close and squint your eyes a little bit, you can see my bangs. Actually, you know what...don't even bother looking at the photograph. I just have a short story for you if you happen to be home alone on a Saturday night reading my blog. Ready? Here we go.
When I was four years old, I grabbed a pair of scissors the size of my head and hid behind my parents bed. In my impulsive, yet sober, four-year old brain, I decided that it would be a good idea to cut my own bangs...immediately. Was there a mirror involved, you ask? Absolutely not. I cut my own bangs at a complete slant. I may have thought I looked awesome but my parents were mortified. I wish I had a better photo to show you how awkward I looked.
I will always be impulsive. I have been since age 4. An impulsive haircut is not a big deal. I get that. However, impulsively quitting your job? Not cute. And yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I did that last year. Yes, LAST year. It's 2013, people. I am putting that in the past and not looking back. One of the things I am working on in my life is personal integrity: Treating your word to yourself as if it is the law. Basically, I am practicing keeping the commitments that I make each day. Whether it be to run 7 miles or to walk in for a job interview, I am learning to keep my word no matter what. Life works so much better that way.