be careful how you define yourself. the past few weeks have brought monumental changes to my life, both of which I had tidily put in under the “that’s not me” place conveniently located at the back of my mind. oddest of all… I’m delighted!

#1. I got a great cut and color! walked out of there feeling like a million bucks. not that the shape was much different than usual — little past shoulder length, layered near bottom and around my face, thinned and long bangs for interest. but the way she styled it took my breathe away. rather than straightening it with a flat iron, she used a round brush and blow dryer. the effect was stunning. not that I’m trying to brag lol. but my hair was blessedly straight up top without frizz and yet it’s natural body hadn’t been stripped away and the bottom could flip and bounce and have fun. looking back at me from the mirror was the me I always hoped to see but never dreamed I could be.

I tell you I wanted to sing! so first thing upon leaving I march myself into a pharmacy to buy an identical brush and later found to my wondering eyes that with my old blow dryer and an extreme helping of patience, I was able to replicate the same result as my stylist. this from a girl who swore she never stand in front of a mirror for more than the ten minutes it takes to brush my teeth apply moisturizer and basic makeup.

#2 I got a job. a real one. with a salary and vacation time and benefits and security and everything. it’s my very first. seems like the girl who always falls asleep during movies does fairly well working graveyard. and that same girl who thought she’d never be able to work with so and so dearly loves her new work partners from Jamaica and Ireland.

so what does this mean? these things happening that I never thought would. it means my imagination is starting to believe enough to peep out of it’s little closet. it means life is still wonderful and least of all predictable. it means I’m starting to believe in miracles.

to top the day off, here’s one more thing i thought i’d never ever do….

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