The before and after shots of waiting almost 5 months to get my hair cut and dyed.
This was the me today, sporting a tank top and cut off pants, but I fear coming tomorrow a whole new Amy is going to start to evolve.

Come tomorrow I'll be spending countless hours at our new boxing club, monitoring our renovation crew and ordering them around.  I'm going to turn into a frozen Polish popsicle, desparately needing coffee because of their early-bird crazy schedule planned. 

 It's going to be awesome, don't get me wrong, but my creativity has been already keeping me up till the wee hours.  I can only imagine what seeing it all come together is going to do for me wanting to push my creativity even more. 

 And I so see this becoming me too, not willingly walking around in what looks like booty shorts but forgetting to do obvious things, like put on pants.  And I can definitely see myself pulling a stunt like this, not going crazy but doing something drastic with my looks, like sporting cornrolls for work or getting a sleave tattoo.

Tomorrow everything changes and I have to tell myself that no matter what changes come, I have to put my big girl panties on and deal with it.  Thanks Jack Black, I'll be needing those now.