I’ve stopped coloring my hair. And the grays are coming through at an alarming speed.
This Saturday I’m having an “I’m moving to Africa” yard sale that will clean out all of the “stuff” I’ve accumulated the past handful of years.
I am $14,890 away from my goal and have 96 days to get there.
I feel that I fall short of the wonderful words that people say to me.
I get overwhelmed at the thought of next year.
My last day at a paying job is November 9th. November 9th is two months to the day before I leave.
Relationships have already started changing.
God works on days that go as planned. And He works on the days that don’t. He is near me even in my days of doubt. He is near today.
105 days till I leave.