I’m get­ting a hair­cut today. I tend to look a great deal frumpier when a month has passed, which is also around the time my hair starts to piss me off, in a “WHY WON’T YOU STAY LIKE THAT?! NO, LIKE THAT. AAAAARGGGHHGH” kind of way.

My last one was on Christmas Eve, in the mid­dle of a rushed hol­i­day sched­ule, and I remem­ber exactly the frame of mind I had when I went for that hair­cut. It feels like I’ve been through so much since then; emo­tional changes, per­sonal epipha­nies, and life expe­ri­enced. It’s only been a lit­tle over a month.

Sometimes, I won­der if it would be scary to be my friend or lover, because of how much trans­for­ma­tion I can go through in short peri­ods of time. Julie once said I had changed a lot in the year that I knew her at the time. I wanted her to quan­tify that for me, but I didn’t, hop­ing it was gen­er­ally for the better.

I can only hope it’s always an improvement.