my hair, a continuing saga

I haven't written about my hair in a while. Lucky you.
The truth of it is: I've been pretty pleased with my hair for about two years. It's been easy to take care of, I've had other things on my mind, and I was comfortable with the way it looked.
But time marches onward and I have become disillusioned with my hair. I look a little harsher than I wish to look and my short, cropped hair is beginning to draw attention to my older, harder-looking face.
So, yeah...looking like this:



only without the Botox.



Have decided I'd like to shoot for this:



but am terribly concerned that I may lapse into this:



when I'd love to have the guts to look like this:



I'm afraid it would be terribly butch on me.
Plus, I'd be divorced as K would pack his bags and leave. No. Wait. He'd throw me out.

I can't tell you how many times I've looked like this:



and this:



while striving to look like this:



So, this:



not this:




Got it?