I couldn't help but laugh at my message From the Universe on Friday after the tornado on Thursday (I thought I'd posted it, but I'd left it as a draft):
Any attempt to measure one's progress in life with an assessment of their present physical surroundings, or even a panoramic glance at their life and times to date, is just plain "whacked." The reason being, Jen, is that each journey, kind of like a haircut, should never be fully appraised until it's complete. Otherwise, one might mistake a miracle-in-the-making for a setback, loss, or the "wet-look."
Your cosmic barber and de-whacker,