I got a new haircut. I got jammies. My almost 10 year old son thinks that they are cool enough to wear to work. Don't I wish I could.
I long for newness.
Like the new car smell, minus the car payment. How about the way red hair color looks when it's fresh.
I always hate it when it fades.
I yearn for the vivid, creative, life-giving moments that suprise and keep me facinated about the sychronicity of life.
Hair cuts, jammies and sychronicity. You'll only find all three of those things discussed here at the Uphill Idealist.
It's that kind of place.
PS> You can wear your jammies when you visit - if you want too. Enjoy.
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It gives a new lease on life...*(this coming froma woman that has not seen a hairstylist in 8 years...) But I did go and have a facial manicure and pedicure the other day...
I no longer have hobit feet and my skin feels young...
A new lease of life...
Thank you for the comment - I think a pedacure is calling me!
Lamont