I am a creature of habit. I like my habits. I encourage them for my daughters. I think routine is a good thing - especially for kids. I find them to be better behaved and happier in general when they know what to expect.

But I know sometimes I can be... rigid. A little too regimented. Maybe just a tad militant.

I know one person in particular, who shall remain nameless but is my husband, can find this quality of mine to be frustrating. It's just who I am though, and frankly I think it's served me well up until this point in my life.

So today I'm stepping out of my comfort zone. I'm doing something I would not normally do and it is freaking me out. I mean freaking me out. But I also feel strangely exhilarated. Like maybe I made a huge mistake but maybe that's okay and the world isn't going to end.

Or maybe it will. But if it does it's not going to be because I dyed my hair.