People need people.

Last night I had the perfect idea to save some money, I would cut my own hair! Genius! So today after work I got out the scissors and the trimmer. I started with the scissors trimming my hair around the edges; it was looking really good. Then I thought I would clean it up a bit and use the trimmer; it started looking not so good! I cut the hair on my right side way too short. Knowing I was only making things worse, I decided to yell upstairs to my mom to help me. 

All I could do was laugh and not get angry at myself. Normally when things don't go my way I tend to get really angry. Most people who know me would say I'm hardly ever angry, but this is an inside anger. Anyways, I didn't get mad at the situation like my typical response, but I took the opportunity to try to find what God was wanting  to show me (I just was reading about that in The Way of the Wild Heart by John Eldredge).

What I found was I need people. 

I know that I need people in my life; I've been already finding that out as I grow up. But this was different. It's really hard for me to ask for help and most of the time it's hard to allow people into my life. I'm finding it's a necessity though. I know I cant make it though this life alone and that's becoming more and more real to me. Times like this give God the chance to heal that part of me.

So now I have another really short haircut, it's ok though because I really like it thanks to my mom.