A New Look: The Hair and the Blog

I’m not the only one who got a new look today. If you’re reading this, you’ve probably seen that my blog has a new look, too. Take a look around; make yourself at home. Kick your shoes off and grab a beer if you want.

2011 was a great year, and a bad year, and a happy and sad and confusing and creative year. And 2012, as any year, promises all that and then some.

I started last year with blonde hair and a plan to travel, to enjoy family, to work hard and run hard and run my third marathon.

I traveled as much as I could. But of course, not as much as I wanted to. Isn’t that always the case?

I enjoyed my family as I always do. But I lost my grandmother in June, and that was difficult. Still is. Other family struggled with their own private battles, and I tried to help but mostly just felt lost about how.

I worked hard. So hard. I created a lot of things that a lot of people love.

I fainted in February and spent 3 nights in the hospital and countless nights attempting to heal from that. I had no idea it would affect me for so long but it did. When I finally started running again, I landed myself a stress fracture which took me out of the running for the marathon. And I’m sad I didn’t accomplish that. But I’m determined and I’m healthy and it’s okay.

I will start 2012 with pink hair. I loved my blonde hair, but it was time to do something big. And so I did. And I love it. Tommy works magic with his hairstyles, and I am more convinced than ever that he can tackle any challenge. I went straight from his place to the MAC makeup counter and asked them to give me a look that matches my hair.

New hair. New face. New blog.

As in typical Melissa fashion, I plan to tackle so much that it seems almost silly to call it a resolution. More like a running tally of things I will do. I’ll run more. I’ll do more yoga (recently started that; love it). I’ll create more book covers and notecards and anything else I can. I’ll travel as much as ever. Continue to love as hard as I can. I’ll try to accept people more for who they are, flaws and all. I’ll keep my pink hair. Or I won’t! Happiness and creativity and love and pink hair and hot yoga … What more could a girl ask for?