Helmet Head No More

So I just got my hair cut and I think it looks great! Of course, anything is an improvement over the helmet-head thing I had going on before. I need to remember to send a thank you card to the folks at Swank -- they were incredibly nice.

It's been an age and a half since I've been to this Starbucks. I'm feeling a lot differently about myself than I did back in the days when I would sit here and pine over the Chelsea boys I can't have. I suppose not much has changed, except that I'm a little more comfortable in my skin, and a little less obsessed with the unattainable boys. My view of myself is certainly better, if not as good or healthy as it could be. But life is a journey, and now I feel as if the journey is underway, whereas then I felt stuck and unhappy. I've always been one of those people who've preferred the illusion of progress to the reality of stagnation, so genuine movement is a blessing to be celebrated, I think.

I'm so happy to have made the progress I've made, but there's such a negative part of me that is impatient and fights that contentment. Progress shouldn't be an ongoing thing, my negative side says. It should be an instantaneous thing. Change shouldn't happen overnight... it should happen right now.

I'm just like a little kid!