I am entering a phase of cultivation, symbolized by putting down the clippers for as long as I can. Watch as my hair and I grow.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
I guess I never thought about all the different types of things I could be chronicling on this journey. Some things felt like they would be consistent, solid. Changing, yes, but not completely pulled out from under my feet. And that kind of instability, documented, day-by-day, online? I don't know if it's brave or stupid. But here I am, in my temporary bedroom, looking pretty much how I feel: a hot ass mess.
I have to get it together . . . I got things to do. Feel free to send a little love my way, though. That might help.