Cut to The Beginning

There are some instances in life where you can redo or “hit the restart button” and begin again. I did that today with cutting my hair. It just felt like the right thing to do. Even though I have sat and looked at myself in disbelief for minutes at a time, it was a good decision. I wasn’t taking care of my hair. I had no real product for it. My scalp was constantly dry and itchy and I didn’t like what I saw. So much to the point where if I could cover up, I would. When a hint of insecurity rises, I know it’s time for a change. So I cut it down all even in an attempt to start over. Symbolically, in many ways, life really is that simple.

Sometimes you can destroy what has been built or clean the slate and begin again. It’s never too late to be who you want to be, because you will be until you die. Until then, we have the freedom, to create, grow and change.

Today I haven’t done much but reflect. I been thinking about the past, people and conversations. The days of old, good and bad. The person I was and who I’d thought I’d be. The music I used to put out and the feelings that I once had. Needless to say it’s been an interesting day of thought.

The transforming of self takes time. In order to evolve I had to regress. I had to go places mentally and physically. Like and dislike things about life and myself. Become cripplingly unhappy and want to change for today and tomorrow. Not much can be undone, but everything can be improved.

My plot to return with purpose continues. May only positive forward moving thoughts keep me company.