Time to cut

So for the past two years I have been growing out my hair.  After Mae was born I was too vague at the salon and got a trucker shag that had me looking like Florence Henderson from the 70's era of the Brady Bunch.  Within  a week I got a second haircut to try to fix it.  Ever since then I have been a bit jumpy at the thought of getting my hair cut.  My own PTSD if you will.  This has been hard cause I used to like getting my hair cut.  I was a firm believer in the "it will grow back philosophy."  I got the hair itch last spring but chickened out and just got a trim and thin.  My friend scared me by using the phrase "mom hair" and "turning 30"  in the same sentence.  Well the time has come for a cut.  I am going short and excited that I finally have enough hair to donate.  I am thinking of something like this cut.

  I showed this to someone and they remarked that  "Well Carey Mulligan is the kind of cute girl who would look cute with any hair cut."  Yeah I could fill up a notebook with all the implied insults of that statement.  I know it won't look as good as that cause it is true that I not as cute as her.  Oh well, I want to try something.  It would be nice if after 30 years I had found my hair cut.  You know how those lucky few have stumbled upon the best cut for them and rock it year after year.  I would love to find mine and be done.  I hope I haven't already cause that would be depressing.  Well wish me luck, or laugh your head off at the humiliation possibilities.