i’m getting the sudden urge to cut all my hair off again, tired of growing it out.  or learn a new language.  maybe pick up a terrible habit? follow my favourite band around the world; run a half marathon through the city streets; buy one hundred and one lottery tickets; drive halfway across the country just to have the best IPA; run breathlessly into the cold ocean at night, i’m not going to ruin my shoes; plan a ridiculous vacation, knowing that i will not be able to afford it;  get married in a shotgun, midnight ceremony; live out of a suitcase; sing karaoke in a 42 story Japanese club; fly to Madrid just to wake up to torrija’s; spend hours at the park people watching; roll around in paint and wash off in a public fountain; and never question any changes I might chase.  the product of change > the fear of change.  right?