The Breakover

Have you ever done this? After a break up, you head straight to the hair dresser and ask for a new you in the mirror. The motivation is obvious: after a bad ending, the thinking goes, you want a fresh start, a new identity, and making a major change indicates a degree of ballsy self-stewardship. I’ve certainly done it. Disappointed and depressed with the inner me, I make an effort to change the outer me.

And, frankly, it can be a step in the right direction. Think Britney Spears beating a car windshield with her newly shaven head. It was mostly uphill from there for her.

And, should we count Samson as the first break-up haircut? That was certainly when he hit rock bottom.

As for me, it’s not rock bottom. And I'm not depressed. But it is a break up. And it is a fresh start.

Dear New Mexico,

It’s not you. It’s me. Even though we have to go our separate ways, we can still be friends. I’ll call and come visit. And you can come see me any time you like. Take care and know that I’ll always love you.

Love,

Lara