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I've learned from a good friend of mine that hopes, dreams, and ultimately life changing decisions all revolve around a trip to the Barber. It seems a little strange that just by hacking off a few inches of hair can change so much, or inadvertently reflect so much of one's life. I never really thought about it before, until today: the day I cut my hair. Mind you, I have only cut my hair once since in moved here close to a year ago, and I never really minded too much having it as long as I had it. I kept it long through three different stage performances. Today was the fateful day when the locks had to go.

Now there are many reasons that could be said as to why I cut it, and not too many good ones as to why to keep it. I needed the change. But it leaves me to wonder, what is the life changing decision, or hope or dream fulfilling that is supposed to follow? Has this, or will this spark something in me to motivate me to move forward in my life and follow my dreams? Will I finally be able to find that ever eluding well-paying job that I so desperately seek? Who knows. All I know is, I cut my hair and it looks good. Life, Adventure, and dreams - let them come as they may.