Yes, yes, yes! I'm still here. I've been going through this life processing thing. I almost left but then I didn't. I was supposed to experience a change, but I chose to hold back. I was getting tired, well -- I am still tired, but I'm trying to revive some motivation.


I absolutely have no idea if what I'm doing is right anymore. I am just cherishing the moment, seizing the day. Whatever. I don't care. Well, I do care. Maybe I'm just scared. But I almost, like really was on the brink of pushing all fear aside and plunging into a risk. But well, the comfort zone beckoned and showed me something greener. Am I feeling regret? I don't know.

Well okay, fine. If that change didn't happen, I am going to make something happen. It scares me shitless but I'm doing it anyway. I have long, straight black hair that has never been touched, colored, treated. Nothing more than 3 inches has been chopped off it in eons. A friend from a good salon is offering a free-cut & free-color service as a demonstration of a new technique she learned in some hair convention in London. I volunteered! Hah!

It will happen on Monday. I will be renewed. I hope I will still look human.


Wish me luck!