52 Weeks Project | Week 39 | Something New

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In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst.
In the name of the values that you keep alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted
by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title.
Do not lose your knowledge that mans proper estate is a upright posture, an intransigent
mind and a step that travels unlimited roads. Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark,
in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved,
but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.

-Ayn Rand

 
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Well, I did a new thing last week. And that was cutting 6 inches off my hair. I've never had my hair this short before. And I've never felt so fresh from a simple change. I used to always think it was the end game when women would cut their hair short. That it was the last straw of their youthfulness that they were willingly tossing aside. (PS: let's completely disregard those cute, edgy pixie cuts because omg if ONLY I could pull one of those off :O)

But I've discovered it's not that. Not at all.

Practically speaking, my toddler can no long use my hair as a climbing ladder. But on a personal level, it felt like I shed an old skin. Of my old ways. Of the hair that was growing on me when I was feeling my worst. Before pregnancy. And after.

And now, I can feel free again. Ready for the new. 

So, hello change. I'm loving you this time around. 

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Also, the Ayn Rand quote is inspired from one of her books I'm currently reading called Fountainhead. It's amazing that this book she wrote in the 30's is such an accurate reflection of our current time. And the contrast in characters she paints so effortlessly is like peeling off the bandages of the world and staring straight into the open, bleeding wounds. In a world full of Peter Keatings, I will always aim to be a Howard Roark. 

 
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