I'm asking you myself: let me come home?

I always leave my hair untouched for long periods of time even though it needs to be cut, and it gets all frizzy because of intense split ends. That is definitely apart of my lifecycle. I finally got it trimmed today. A new cycle begun.

Meanwhile...



I've been singing this, "Home" by Edward Sharpe, for a week straight. Yesterday and today I sang as loud as I could to an empty house. I don't sing in front of people very often. It reminded me that I can still belt loud and free. So I opened up the old garage band, found a piano karaoke version by twinkie57401 on youtube, and recorded myself for kicks and giggles: no one's gonna hear it anyway right? But when I went to post the youtube video for this song, I realized the words were my words. I said them a long time ago to someone, and I don't feel like I can let someone else say them for me. I said them, I'll sing them, and I'll be honest with you myself. In my own words.

The picture is "Split ends can be good" by Rosie Hardy on flickr.

I don't know how I feel about having both of these topics in one. I feel like they're in a face off saying, "this post ain't big enough for the two of us!" Maybe I'll split it into two tomorrow? If both of these things can be in juxtaposition in my day, they can be that way in my blog. That's life.

3/25/11