Today was one of those sneak up Monday (hair attack) days. I woke up, looked like a rooster and thought to myself "boy am I in major trouble." This happens to me quite frequently where I feel the need to make a drastic haircut and about three months in, I realize just how long those locks are going to take to grow back. And for those who have fast growing, metaphorically beautiful gardens, my gardens of life tend to take their time blossoming into just the right shape. Every garden of my life has always taken a little extra care, a little extra weed killer and a whole lot of patience. I am smiling while I am typing this because I know the individuals who read this around me may find a slight giggle or two in this reminder as well. 

I looked back to the last time I chopped most of my hair off, and I realized just how long this is going to take to grow back. I must say, I felt a little weary today about it all. I did begin to ponder why I have such impulsivity regarding my hair, and I think I realized why-I refuse to be impulsive in any other area of my life so I always choose my hair as my "risk-taking" place. Don't get me wrong, it feels good until your pixie becomes a rooster mullet and then the regret begins. 

But truly, I think cutting off your hair and regrowing it into a different season, in a different place in a different time is actually quite whimsical. It is a fresh reminder that one can always begin again. It is also a strong reminder that nothing good happens fast-it takes careful time. And finally, you cannot rush things. You cannot rush your smile or your laughter, your tears or your plans, your dreams or your ambitions. You cannot rush your regret or time or the past or the future. Some things are simply out of our control so let us sit back and remember that we are not the ones in control. Some things simply happen when they are ready. A beautiful garden that thrives takes time and space and a special place to flourish.