I need a haircut.
I've needed a haircut for fifteen years.
But I'm afraid,
afraid of looking like someone other than me.
I know I'm in a rut.
I've been in a rut for fifteen years.
As you can imagine, it's become quite deep.
It's probably not really a rut anymore.
More like a canyon
a very deep valley.
Whatever it is, I can't see the bottom anymore.
It's dark and it's scary.
If I decide to take the jump,
I may need a parachute.
But as you might have guessed?
I'm afraid the chute won't open.
As I mentioned
It's Monday morning and I've got nothing.
And I still need a haircut.
Please leave a comment if you've been a brave soul and changed your hairstyle after many many years.
Success stories are preferred by Bungalow'56 management.
If you hadn't figured it out yet?
I'm a big chicken.
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