I can’t believe that I’ve been away since May 11th.  Coming back, sitting here, tentatively tapping at the keyboard is both exhilarating and uncomfortable.  The familiar sound and rhythm are soothing.  I am stretching to find the words.  I am starting a new project.

I haven’t been happy lately with how life and the world have unfolded.  I would hazard a guess that I have a lot of company in that respect.  I am disappointed with how I am unfolding.  I am not living up to my own standards.  See what I mean?  I am beating on myself again – repeating past history.  I want to change.  If I change my actions, maybe I can change my brain.  My brain is hardwired to my habits – or is it the other way around?

Our world is dark and gloomy but magic still resides.  Merlin is listening, waiting with his abrahcadabra!  After I expressed my wish for change, I found Luann Cahn’s book, I Dare Me among my bag of library books.  The wish was already in me and the Universe knew.

So here I am, embarking on this new venture – a year of consciously doing something new.  I can do it. This confidence and optimism is new.  I CAN DO IT.

I will not be bungee jumping off a tall building in Las Vegas.  Or sky diving or mountain climbing. But then I don’t know where this project will take me.  For now, the challenge of change and writing about it every day will be exciting enough.

To mark this special occasion of change/transformation, I have clipped my hair.  It’s like popping that champaign bottle for me. Here I am post clipping, fresh from the shower, no mousse.  Not short/daring enough.  Next time.  I see I could use some makeup.  That would be something new for me – makeup every day.  I do hate those girls who takes such lovely selfies.  Another first – expressing my envy!