ok, so it wasn't a total disaster...

apparently i'm an egomaniacal control freak. people at work like my hair--a few even complemented me on it before i could ask for their opinion. i was literally obsessing over it all last night, all this morning, until someone said something about it about as soon as i walked into school. how could i be so distracted by such a stupid thing? it's not that my hair looked bad, it's just that it came out differently than i'd been expecting. maybe this is a little object lesson for me that's much larger than hair color. could i be dissatisfied with my life, despite things being ok, just because it's different from what i think it should be? could i be dissapointed with God for not doing what i want Him to do? it's not just hair dye anymore...