and so it begins

The quest to find my inner artist and set her free. To find what moves me and exploit it for all its worth. To be myself. And I have begun it. I came home from a wonderful internship, slept soundly through the night, and Monday morning, promptly lopped off half my hair. Some people say that cutting off your hair, particularly if you shave it all off, is a tangible symbol of rebirth. Though I respect and understand this, I am not brave enough to shave it all off. But I am brave enough to dye it purple, or at least the front of it. There will be pictures eventually, it has just been a very busy last two days. Today, I believe, holds important phone calls to square away finances. Then perhaps a little spinning? Or knitting. We shall see.