Another year. It's strange how you can sometimes feel the weight of the old year shifting away. How you can sense, on that last December day, that things are coming to an end. It's nothing really but a day on a calendar, but we all feel it. And even though it comes in the middle of winter, though everything around us is cold, empty, and grey, there is that contentedness we have with the knowledge that tomorrow is new. The first of January is the lightest of days. It's all possibility. It's hope of maybe doing it right this time around. It's another start. And sometimes, to make it really feel official, you need a new haircut.
"Marci's New Haircut." January, 2011
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