I was sitting in bed a few days ago when out of nowhere I went to the drawer where I keep my hair things (brushes, hair pins, barrettes, etc…) and started looking for my scissors. Before I knew it, there was hair on the dresser and I had bangs. All I could think was, “Oh, oh…what’s going on with me?”
See, cutting bangs is something I subconsciously do only when there’s something not going on in my life. When it’s turned into routine and I’m in need of something– anything — that’s new. In that way, I guess, I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
Unlike most people I am not afraid of change. Not only do I like change I welcome change, embrace it, seek it…need it like a drug. The status quo is not for me and living a life that’s just routine is the equivalent of severe withdrawals.
This leads me to the actual problem. After making a huge life change when I moved to Puerto Rico in October, the rest of my life has kind of just become routine and I’m afraid of what I will do next in my desperate need for a fix of excitement you see….it always starts with a bang!