the pink tree with the flowers on it.

Things have changed. Lots of changes. New major, new friends, no boyfriend, new responsibilities at work, new attitude, new clothes, I went to New York!

I'm dying my hair.


Today, one of my favorite patients entered the office. I would love to tell you her name, but that would be a violation of HIPAA. She is 92, loves the Lord, and is the biggest fireball you will ever meet. "Violet" was enraptured by the pink tree outside the window. It wasn't a dogwood, it isn't some weird bush. It is a large tree with beautiful pink blossoms on it. During the Winter she would have been able to identify it, but now that the blossoms are there it is throwing her off. I love this tree. It is a reminder that just because different colored blossoms appear on this tree that people aren't used to...doesn't mean that they love the tree any less.

I am trying to make myself not feel guilty for needing an after-break-up makeover. A lot of people don't want me to dye my hair, but it is a much-needed thing that needs to occur. I need a change. Even though there have been a good amount of changes around me, I want some changes to occur WITH me. I guess I want to have control of this change.

Yesterday I went and hiked a 5.3 mile trail. That is hardcore for me. I don't do the outdoors. But I did it and loved it. I never take risks. I never do anything that will really rock the boat because I don't want to disappoint anyone. But I need to rock the boat every now and then. As long as I'm not sinning against God - I'm golden. I can rock the boat by hiking, walking in the rain, wearing my dress two days in a row just because I like it. Tonight, I am rocking the boat by going blonde. Does this make the tree less recognizable? Yes. Does this make the tree and sucky-life tree? No. Welcome, newly colored blossoms!