I have to mow the lawn this morning, but I thought I'd procrastinate on that and write a blog post.
Isn't writing more rewarding than moving the lawn? Unless you hate to write. Then, mowing just might be your cup of tea.
Here's the new addition to my wardrobe this week.
I've had carpal tunnel issues in both wrists off and on for years. I had surgery for the right hand about ten years ago. Now, the left wrist is acting up. The good news is that they now make wrist braces in flesh tone instead of just black, so the thing is hardly noticeable. I'm so deluded.
I'm heading to the doc this afternoon to have a second procedure done on a mole that was removed. The biopsy was a little sketchy, so I'm going under the knife again. It seems I'm regularly having spots removed these days. All that time in the sun mowing the lawn.
I have another doc appointment next week to get a nodule removed from the bottom on my foot. And then a final follow up on my retina hole repair. All I need is some abdominal surgery, and all areas of this aging body will have had some work done this year.
Speaking of aging, look at this cool picture.
This gracious woman from the gym allowed me to photograph her beautiful hair. She's a regular at my gym and I'd been admiring her hair for awhile. I finally approached her and told her I was writing about giving up the bottle, and could I take a picture of her hair?
Her story is that sometimes she dyes and sometimes she doesn't. She didn't seem attached either way, and I loved that.
I don't have any new photos of my own mess growing in because it doesn't look much different from the last photo I posted. I think this is a good thing. I wrote a guest post for the blog Things I Can't Say about my most recent hair realization HERE.
Check it out and let me know what you think. I got a LOT of insightful comments. I'm so grateful that so many women shared their hearts on this. I just keep saying, this is such an interesting journey.
I'm going to be 58 in a few weeks, and I must say this year I have had more aches and creaks and lumps and spots and pounds than ever before in one time frame. It makes me appreciate my parents, who at 94 and 91 are still getting around. I struggle sometimes with the fact that the heart keeps pumping even when the other body parts are worn out. My folks are so tired.
But, the spirit of life is powerful, and it keeps pressing through the difficulties. Only God is in charge of this.
He's also in charge of this.
We have a new grand niece this week. After a long struggle to appear, she arrived with perfect little toes and a head of dark hair. She is surrounded by exhausted, but elated parents and beaming grandparents who are all in love with this child. There is nothing like new life to bring us all to our knees. As the song says in Les Miserables, to love another is to see the face of God. God is never more precious than in a newborn.
From baby toes to wisdom highlights, life is such an interesting journey.