I have commitment issues. Only they are manifesting themselves in different ways now. I had a hair appointment today. I've mentioned my internal battle with the idea of chopping my hair. Well, I went in today fully prepared to give it an honest chance...and I did. She took 3 inches off and then I debated for a good 20 minutes in the chair of just biting the bullet and letting Tricia, the magic maker, do her magic. I said "Okay just do it". As she pinned up the front sections and set her scissors at the bottom of my neck, I panicked. "It'll take you a good year to grow it back out..." just kept running through my mind. She gave me one last opportunity to back out before she started up the scissors and I took it. So I left with a great color and 3 less inches...inches I know I can get back in about 3-4 months. I always thought I was a risk taker...oh, no...I'm turning into my very safe, very predictable, very cautious husband. How in the %$#*! did that happen?