I got my hair cut yesterday afternoon. Usually a "hair cut" for me is about an inch off the ends but this time it was more like five inches. I felt it was past time for a change and my long hair was becoming more of a hassle than it was worth. Long hair has a tendency to get caught in coat zippers, earrings and sometimes even in car doors. I certainly don't need that kind of aggravation on a daily basis. Cutting off so much length was also symbolic for me in a way. I'd grown my hair long to prove that I could and to increase my visual appeal to the opposite sex. Visual appeal certainly has its place but I have far more inner beauty than can ever be seen by the naked eye. By cutting my tresses short I feel I've freed myself from the tangles of my past and can now move forward with a much lighter and more flowing stride. October is a rough month for me and it has certainly had its tribulations thus far but I keep chugging along. I've made it to the gym 4 out of 5 weekdays the past two weeks, I go on my one mile lunch walk whenever it isn't raining and I walk Jazz over the hills on nice evenings. I admit that I am a stress eater so my diet hasn't been perfect but I'm doing my best all things considered. I will make it through this month and life will continue to improve and I will reach my goals. My faith falters at times but it never totally fades and it eternally returns stronger than before. I am moving forward while returning to pieces of my past that I'd somehow forgotten bring me pleasure. In rediscovering past quests I am finding fresh ones and this prospect genuinely excites me. Using knowledge I've acquired in previous endeavors for new and different adventure is always a fun challenge and I welcome it! My writing and artistic prospects are also taking unique new paths and I am eager to expand my creativity in stimulating ways. Sometimes transformation comes upon you and sometimes you create it within yourself but how you embrace it and learn from it is all that truly matters.
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