drastic times call for drastic haircuts
The original plan was to sport a mohawk if I was going to lose my hair. I’ve always wanted to have one, but only temporarily. What’s more temporary than a haircut before my hair falls out? After a weekend of pain I needed to do something fun, and since I can’t leave the house, I decided to go for the hawk. For me, the cut symbolizes confidence and a warrior’s spirit. If a look can have the power to change how I feel about myself, then this is the perfect cut.
Typically, I cut my own hair (I have issues with strangers cutting my hair and/or touching me and/or looking in my direction). This time I cared enough about how even it would turn out, so my friend Casey came over to buzz it for me. I LOVE IT. Going to the bathroom is painful these days, but every time I go I look in the mirror first and see a badass. All puns intended.
I haven’t been to work this week. It’s a bummer because I like being around my coworkers. They keep my mind off of my butt and keep me laughing. The headaches have stopped and my mind is fine. If it weren’t for my stupid hole I’d be able to work. It’s only been two days, but it feels like weeks. I guess I’m not much of a fan of relaxing. Time is spent painting and writing while I watch movies.
The paintings started out a bit crap, but I keep telling myself I’m in a perfect position to make a masterpiece, and as I work at it they get better and better. Today I felt I was far enough along in practice to start a self-portrait. My strategy in painting (and any other art I attempt) is to aim much higher than I can actually accomplish. No matter what I make I’m not going to be completely pleased with the results because I find it impossible to make things look exactly the way I imagine them. But if I aim higher than I can reach, I’ll at least end up with something decent. Sometimes.