A lot of inches were left behind Thursday. I was in need of a new hair cut for a while now. I could not wait to have it one length again, and have my own hair color back. I think the all brunette looks more adult. You’ll see an outfit post with my new hair soon.
I also made a decision to get a new tattoo. I’ve wanted this for a long time. When people meet me, scared isn’t one of the things they think of me. But in fact, I am really scared. I am not that big mouthed girl who always has a witty comment and seems to have no boundaries. My mind is a big scary place. I always assume the worst, one of the many things of HSP. If something really scared me I back out, or even quit. I no longer want to be scared. I want to be brave. I want to be brave in the purest forms. I want to speak up for the things I stand for, I want to do the things I dream of and I no longer want my fears to hold me back.
It is note, or maybe and advice I give to myself everyday.