Making the cut

Oh yeah! FINALLY got a hair cut yesterday! (or, as my Dad says, I got em' all cut. Lame, I know ;)) Anyway, after a year of no trims and tons of damage, I am sporting a super cute shoulder length bob. Haha! For some reason that makes it sound like I have a guy named Bob, who is the length of my shoulder and rides me around. Just me who thinks that? Hmmmm... ;) Anyway, it's nice not to feel so frumpy.
It makes me wonder what else I'm not cutting from my life that I either don't need or is downright destructive. Sugar is gone, at least till Easter. What about bad habits? Bad friendships? Bad attitudes? Bad moods? Bad style choices?:) I wonder if we keep these things around because we are used to them. We have found a way to navigate past them with only the occasional toe stub, so we think "this is doable, I don't need to change." But wouldn't it be nice to clear the path a bit? Maybe make our journey through this life a bit less stressful?
I really like the hair cut. Maybe more cuts are in order.