Life; full of change.

Change, in my mind, is synonymous with “growth”. Every change I make, in my life, correlates with some way I’ve grown. I ended a 3 year relationship about 3 months ago, and I’ve never been happier than I am now. I am always growing and changing.

My friends and family will tell you that I am a tad impulsive. I don’t think “impulsive” is the word for it, however. I believe “spontaneous” fits better. I am ridiculously particular, and when I quite like something, I know I REALLY like it. My tattoos, for the most part, were spontaneous decisions, as was my recent decision to cut over half of my hair off.

In high school, I did something similar; I cut my hair from waist length to ear length. I needed a change, and it just happened that that’s what I chose to change. I am very happy making these decisions.

Some friends, who’s opinions I value, have told me that my new haircut is a much better reflection of my personality than my last. I trust these words, yet they puzzle me. Was I really not myself?