I stopped flip-flopping and dilly-dallying and beating around the bush and delaying and stalling and pussy-footing around and dragging my feet and hemming and hawing and lollygagging and finally cut my hair.
Before (this is last June again, but I can’t find any others that show the length):
After:

Partied in the middle (and on my way home from the salon)

Parted on the side. Please ignore the weird smirk. I fail at selfies, and I was getting tired of retaking because my eyes were crossed or I was looking down or making a weird face or whatever. Too hard.
It’s a delight to wash. I just might do it again someday.
Wombat Central
Adorbs! Love the freshly tousled look straight from the hairdresser, too!