I Believe in Magic.

This is the 'before and after' for my haircut.  Thanks to DH for helping with taking pictures, uploading, downloading, and uploading again.  (I may have a super-famous blog, but I am still a noob and a technophobe.)

Everything is still in limbo, and I am still very stressed (I'll spare you the descriptions of my weird dreams), but I am still confident that I am on the right path.  And I know that it doesn't look like much of a haircut, but more changes are coming, and if I don't give myself some wiggle room, I could end up shaving my head.  No one wants that.

My Mind Wanders.

1 Corinthians 13: 11, 2 Corinthians 10: 5, Isaiah 55: 8-9

What follows is an account, to the best of my memory, of an actual thought train I had while riding in the car with DH this past Saturday morning.  If you have ever wondered how writers get their ideas, this is it, kids:

I don't know what I want.

Philippians 4: 6-7

Have you ever had this experience: you have been longing for something, praying for it, counting on it for such a long time, and then it happens and you freak out completely, like it's a bad thing?  Yeah, me too, right now.

I love Adele!

As well as all kinds of other devil music, including Broadway show tunes, but I'm definitely verging on idolatry when it comes to the planet's latest velvet-voiced chanteuse.  (And maybe I shouldn't be so enthusiastic, I'm going to jinx her.  RIP, GCB.)