Update
Duuuuuuuuude.
It's been a while.
I've been away doing big-time things. Like getting a new job, extricating myself from a complicated and unbalanced relationship, and contemplating radical excisement of my hair, ala Nia Long.
My new job is fairly awesome. I've got tons more responsibility than I used to have, and I learn something new everyday. I've really been blessed. I'm given the opportunity to use my brain everyday. I don't even have time to update my blog, or cruise the gossip sites anymore!! I'm actually working. It's cool.
As far as the relationship goes, it wasn't healthy from the get-go, so it was more than about time for it to be over. As usual, I feel like I put my all into it, while he was content to half-ass his way through most of it. Of course, I've shed some tears over him, and inevitably, the new scab that has formed over my thoroughly-broken heart will prevent the next person from gaining access to it as easily as I would like. It's a mess, and a cycle, and I hate it, but it's me. Now, I'm in a place where I don't care, and I'm strong against love and heartbreak, and no one can penetrate that zone at this very moment. I really need this time to be free. I always end up in a relationship where I fare worse than he does.
Which leads me to my hair. It's part of the whole freedom thing of which I spoke in the last paragraph.
Right now, my hair is a few inches past my shoulders. In roughly 11 days, I will chop most of it off. It's extremely frightening, and wholly exhilarating at the same time. If I can pull it off, and not regret it, I will be very happy.
It's been a while.
I've been away doing big-time things. Like getting a new job, extricating myself from a complicated and unbalanced relationship, and contemplating radical excisement of my hair, ala Nia Long.
My new job is fairly awesome. I've got tons more responsibility than I used to have, and I learn something new everyday. I've really been blessed. I'm given the opportunity to use my brain everyday. I don't even have time to update my blog, or cruise the gossip sites anymore!! I'm actually working. It's cool.
As far as the relationship goes, it wasn't healthy from the get-go, so it was more than about time for it to be over. As usual, I feel like I put my all into it, while he was content to half-ass his way through most of it. Of course, I've shed some tears over him, and inevitably, the new scab that has formed over my thoroughly-broken heart will prevent the next person from gaining access to it as easily as I would like. It's a mess, and a cycle, and I hate it, but it's me. Now, I'm in a place where I don't care, and I'm strong against love and heartbreak, and no one can penetrate that zone at this very moment. I really need this time to be free. I always end up in a relationship where I fare worse than he does.
Which leads me to my hair. It's part of the whole freedom thing of which I spoke in the last paragraph.
Right now, my hair is a few inches past my shoulders. In roughly 11 days, I will chop most of it off. It's extremely frightening, and wholly exhilarating at the same time. If I can pull it off, and not regret it, I will be very happy.
posted by CherriesTomorrow at 9:15 PM
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