Women definitely know what I’m talking about. After weeks of bad hair days, your hair looks unexpectedly fetching on the day of your hair cut appointment. Bouncy and shiny and falling in all the right and flattering places, as if to mock your decision to change things up with a hair cut.
What’s going on here? Is it just some cruel hand of fate taunting you, making you second guess what should have been a simple hair sacrifice? Or is it all about perspective – just when you risk changing something you appreciate it in its current state?
I’ve been thinking about this “hair cut on a good hair day” phenomenon, especially as we contemplate leaving our city. Bowing to the “cruel fate” hypothesis, I’m guessing that the amount of fun we have here is in direct proportion to the likelihood of our leaving. My cynical pessimistic side reasons that the more we enjoy our time in Boston, the greater our likelihood of leaving. If that’s the case, then we should really start packing our bags.
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