Yesterday I went to get my last haircut for a while. “So, are we shaving it all off?” She says with anticipation. I laugh hesitantly, “Not yet… we’ll do that in a couple weeks. But close to it!” A few minutes later, I walk out wishing I had done this ten years ago. I hate hair any way, and that’s one real positive aspect of treatments—they provide an unavoidable hair loss strategy.
Two days until treatments and my project list was made significantly shorter today and yesterday. It’s tough to plan, and I’m a planner. I like to have a strategy, but that doesn’t work in this situation. Have to take it one day at a time, and be grateful for whatever God gives me.
A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps. (Prov. 16:9)