Now it looks like this:

And in between, it looked like this:

And I’m finding myself strangely…. jealous.  I want to cut off all my hair. Or move to another country. Or give away all my possessions. Something about this new year has me all fired up, but in a good way. And I can’t help but feel like it’s God’s way of preparing me for something really big, and really radical.  

Yes, big things are happening. 

I’m reminiscent of a kid on Christmas Eve.  I can’t sit still, I can’t sleep, I’m sort of jumping out of my skin with excitement.  It may not lead to actual head-shaving, but at this point, I’m not ruling anything out.