The Person I am Becoming

Maybe change is harder for me than it is for others, and maybe I've not taken risks—have not traveled on my own throughout, say, Morocco; have not sung for my living in subway stations; have not acted on behalf of tomorrow without first shoring up today. I run, I push, I fight, I dream, but there's framework about me, and ground.

Yesterday I decided to have my hair cut in a new way—to give up twenty-five years of looking essentially the same for a shot at looking like the person I suspect I h...