Wednesday, May 23, 2007

What a Difference a Day Makes

Or in this case, six days. The old me (see earlier thug picture) was carying a lot of baggage and that baggage was getting heavy. At the end of last week, I snapped. I couldn’t stand to see that person in the mirror anymore as he hadn’t made any of the changes I’ve been working so hard on. The changing, vibrant, active, even happy, me was screaming to get out.

Looking for a little extra psychological edge, I decided to bleach my hair. My next door neighbor’s daughter is a hair stylist and she helped me out. The result is here and it is staring me in the face every time I look in the mirror. This face is happy. This face has energy. This face doesn’t care what you think because you can’t bring it down.

Welcome to the world, may you enjoy your stay.

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