Stuck in a Furrow

I think it is time for a change. I'm not talkng about anything major. Occasionally I get in a mood and think about how nice it would be to up and move away, maybe go travelling with the African Children's Choir or try a new city. Sometimes I just ponder a career change or maybe heading off to university to get me some education.

I get restless.

I often change my hair when this restlessness comes over me. On a bad day, a cut and/or color is just as good as starting fresh. Therefore, I've had many cuts and colors...from short and red to mid length and black to ugly brown and longer.

I'm not sure that a hair change will do it this time.

Its not that I'm not content. I'm quite happy at the moment. I am smitten with the boy, my job is going...well...ok and my friends are as awesome as ever.

I think I need a lifestyle change. Maybe a membership to the gym or joining some sort of recreational activity (think dragon boating in the summer?) or maybe take a class in something. Like cake decorating or pottery making. I miss my regular weekly yoga class but my yoga buddy is on her way to Winnipeg for school and it was tres expensive. The budget doesn't allow for such luxuries at the moment.

Or maybe I just need a simple change. Like rearranging my furniture.

And dying my hair.