so i haven’t always been a pink-haired girl. that is what my post is about today. there is very little purpose besides my own self-therapy. through much of today i’ve just been thinking a lot in my head about my life. all of it… the fun… the messy… the bizzare… the unexplainable… the dark stuff… and the various other things that ultimately led me to this particular chapter in my life. to this life of a 21 year old, pink-haired, drama-driven, church-employed (little) girl.
it took new experiences… discomfort… changes…
yet the thing is – i don’t like change cause usually it means having to let go of comfort and in my case peace, routine, love to name just a few. through the moves. the new schools. quitting college for a real job. the people who have disappointed me. the friends who have moved away. and just simply the unexpected – i’ve been through quite a few significant changes – good and bad – that have molded me into who i am today. i wouldn’t be this girl if they hadn’t occured. and i alway seem to survive them.
so why isn’t change easier for me to embrace… ?
my various stages of change…(1993-2003)