Have you ever done something you knew other people wouldn't approve of?

Or maybe it's not that they wouldn't approve of it, but that they wouldn't really like it?

I do it all the time.

An example of this is when I write honestly and vulnerably about things that some feel I should probably keep to myself.

Another example is today when well knowing that everyone in my family prefers me with long hair, chopping it all off, and going for a pixie cut.

It's so inconsequential in the scheme of things, and it's really kind of juvenile that you'd think it's not even worth talking about.

Still, when you compare the nerves and anxiety most of us deal with when it comes to doing things that go against the grain, but that we know we feel the benefit of, well, that makes it kind of important to talk about.

Today I did a thing.

I do things like this often.

I do them spontaneously, and I do them without warning others.

Sometimes I do them and then regret that I did.

But, most of the time, it feels freeing not to overthink something and to only give weight and credence to how your decision makes you feel.

If you want to live in a way that leaves you feeling true to yourself, then, when you can, only worry about how your action or inaction makes you feel.

Speaking of action, my new short look may not get me much of it at home, but what I lack in hair, I'll make up for in confidence and attractive independence, and if that isn't a turn on, then I don't know what is.

Now I'm not saying that all of you ladies need to go out there get bangs, chop your locks or die your hair pink -- though I'm sure that any of those would look good on you -- but what I am saying is for you to do your thing.

Whatever your thing is today, please do it.

Whatever that thing transforms into tomorrow, do that.

Take chances.

Take risks.

Be an unsuspecting piece of sandpaper in a pile of rocks.

Does that make you different?

Yes.

And should you be proud as hell of yourself for doing what makes you happy?

Heck yes.

You know, there's this picture of me from when I was much younger and in modeling, and my hair was very, very short like Demi Moore in "Ghost."

My husband and kids like to tease me and say that the picture isn't me; that's it's their long lost "Uncle Nick."

Well, Uncle Nick is back, and I'm ready to parrrrrrtayyyy.

(& the husband hasn't seen the new look yet, so Hi Honey!)