Lately, it feels like there are so many things out of my control. Everyone’s terrified about the economy (a phenomenon I’ve decided deserves its own blog post), Keegan’s going to be away in New Zealand for a few months and there are some personal situations that have been eating away at me.

Although I feel much better than I did just a few weeks ago about the prospect of the upcoming months I’m facing, it’s still frustrating to feel helpless in so many aspects of my life. I’ve done a good job of getting a handle on some things, but I’m stuck in a “wait and see” type situation for others.

All I know is that this uncertainty has me thinking about doing something with my hair—mostly because I have complete control over its destiny.  By God, I might not have much to show for in my 401k and quite possibly will be receiving a very polite but useless IOU from the state of California after I file my taxes this year, but I don’t need Barack Obama’s help deciding whether or not I want to dye the follicles taking up residence on my head. Or chop them all off, French Revolution-style.