I have gone a year without getting a haircut. The length of my hair is officially long as measured against the current fashion. I like it. When I imagine myself, I now see myself with long hair.
I have done a good job of staying on my diet. Even on the few days when I blow it, it is nothing too catastrophic. Next year, when I imagine myself, I hope to see myself with a reasonably flat stomach.
Galaxy clusters are moving away from each other at relative velocities proportional to the distance between them. I am a grab bag of molecules subject to entropy and decay. My hair is long. I am on a diet. Everything seems a jumble.