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When I started blogging, I was a stay-at-home mom with lots of small children. And, holy crap was I bored. I’d always loved writing, so this was a great creative outlet where I could document thoughts and pictures of my kids being adorable.

Then, my husband and I decided to get out of debt and this little blog turned into a repository for my debt-slaying ideas. Over the years, I discovered natural living and minimalism and shared lots of tutorials and ideas on those subjects as well.

It was great. I was helping people and even started making some money with my writing.

And then things morphed.

Writing for fun turned into writing for traffic. Ideas would be scrutinized for their sharing and income-generating potential. What once was enjoyable turned into a stress-inducing task master.

Posts needed to go viral. Photos needed to be perfect (I am SO not a photographer). I needed to be on social media every. day. I obsessed and obsessed until I just couldn’t deal with it anymore.

So I basically stopped writing for like, years.


In hindsight, there were probably better ways to handle it, but oh well. I’ve considered taking this site down a LOT, actually, but it still helps people around the world, so I’ve decided to leave it.

Recently, though, I decided to start writing here again. Not for traffic, but for fun. For you. For a way to share things that you might find useful.

Also to make you laugh – because I do a lot of stupid shit.

(Disclaimer: I swear a lot. If you don’t like that, please stop reading. It won’t change. I do try to be respectful of others so I won’t swear like I normally do, but some colorful language will appear from time to time.)

What you will see going forward will be a mix of helpful posts, tutorials and recipes (turns out I am really good at making up cocktails). There will also be old-school, “peek into my life” journal entries that will likely be a digest of things I think you’ll like. But also, my hair*.

I promise not to start them with, “Dear Diary.”


So, all of this to tell you that I have basically given up all pretenses of ever growing out my hair.

The idea to cut it all off again sparked just before I went to bed last week. I’ve been working on growing out the top, so I ignored it. For about 10 minutes.

I went to bed and pulled up pictures of super short hair on Pinterest. You know, to talk myself out of it.

Spoiler: it didn’t work.

So then I pulled up photos from early this year when I had cut off all my hair and didn’t like it. I kept some specifically so I could look at them and remind myself that I hated it because I knew that I would get the idea to cut it all off again eventually.

But, damn, I actually looked pretty cute with that cut. (Take me back to Europe. Sigh.)

At this point, I was texting my husband at work about my dilemma and he was playing the Devil’s advocate (as he does so well) and trying to talk me out of it.

I finally resolved to keep my hair as it was then scrolled down to a very cute cut on a woman who had similar texture to mine (like a hedgehog mixed with a Brillo pad) and the caption said something about if you cut your hair that short you’ve got to show up and rock it like a goddess or something.

So I threw off the covers, grabbed my clippers and shaved it off.

Eleven o’clock at night might not be the best time for a DIY haircut, but it was quite satisfying.

*My husband is often irritated by how much my hair gets talked about. But it’s not even always by me. It sparks conversation on its own. My friend and I even spent part of a podcast talking about it. I blame it on being a Leo.