Nothing like chopping off two feet of hair to christen a new lease on life

New life, new hair. I will write. I will work. I will fight. I will make my life awesome. I will be epic! And I might make a trophy out of my chopped ponytail.

I know, it must seem rash, dramatic and unnecessary. But here is a little bit of what I have mentally chopped away with my hair:

Me getting wasted and then taken advantage of by a man 16 years my elder. Losing my virginity to him. Worse losing a lot of my dignity to him by letting him yank me around by the emotions.

Briefly dating a violent, angry guy that sort of looked like goku at super saiyan 3, but with shorter hair. And all the cruel things he said when I told him I didn't want to be with him, like calling me an insta-slut, just add vodka.

Three years down the drain with an abusive liar that I allowed to use me, and worse left me damaged and distrusting. Worst of all I just dropped everything that mattered for him. I stopped going to school. I stopped writing (some of the time). I painted less.

High school. Very few good memories there.

All the friends that vanished after high school.

The church family that I lost, when we all scattered to the four winds for college.

My old midtown condo in the ghetto. Hopefully I never have to hear somebody get shot ever again.

Finding out that my ex-sister-in-law was a whore and had been fucking another man behind my brother's back for a decade. And finding out that neither of my nephews were really ours.

The three drunkest nights of my life.

And I suppose physically I chopped off all the damaged, unhealthy hair that grew out of my head while I was a vegan.... Just not enough fat and protein in my diet.

ONWARD AND UPWARDS TO GLORY!