It is humbling to begin anew.
I take the express train from Union Square to Fulton St. It's the Tuesday after Memorial Day. I've stopped listening to music on my commute to the new job. Mostly because I still don't really know where I'm going. I need to focus. Also because I am trying, generally, to be more present.
I got my hair highlighted this past weekend. I forgot how much volume bleaching your hair gives it. From the damage, the fried cuticles. It looks nice. What can this teach us? That sometimes a little bit of damage is a good thing? That's me, always looking for lessons. Maybe my damaged, beautiful hair is a lesson that not everything is a lesson.